by Taste of Death on Tue Jun 07, 2016 4:37 pm
He had Karpov on the ropes. And Karpov was no Ali. Momma said knock him out.
"It was already late. Night stood murkily over people, and no one else pronounced words; all that could be heard was a dog barking in some alien village---just as in olden times, as if it existed in a constant eternity." Andrey Platonov