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unlikely. Look at Pete Rademacher—not even a pro. Fresh from a three-round Olympic decision, he got a shot at Floyd Patterson, made the cover of

''Sports Illustrated'', picked up an easy hundred grand. Now that is one fight

that Mr. Mailer, the ~~Iiterary~~ lion, chose not to discuss. The clash between

that Mr. Mailer, the literary lion, chose not to discuss. The clash between

pro and amateur didn’t grab his imagination like two spades in Africa or the

dark passion of Emile Griffith. Yes, you know how to pick your spots, Norman. I who have studied your moves think that your best instinct is judgment. It’s your secret punch. You knew how to stake out Kennedy and

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Ali, the moon, scrappy broads, dirty walls, all meat to you, slugger. But {{pg|504|505}}

even Norman Mailer has misplayed a few. Remember the Chassidic tales?

The rabbi pose was one you couldn’t quite pull off, but you cut your losses

fast, the mark of a real pro, and I fully expect that you’ll come back to that

one yet to cash in big on theology. Maybe at sixty you’ll throw a birthday

party for yourself in the Jerusalem Hilton.You’ll roll up in an ancient scroll,

grow earlocks, and say, “This is the big one, the one I’ve been waiting for.”

With Allen Ginsberg along on a leash you’ll clank through the holy cities living

on nuts and distilled water and sell your films as a legitimate appendix

to the New Testament.

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 unlikely. Look at Pete Rademacher—not even a pro. Fresh from a three-round Olympic decision, he got a shot at Floyd Patterson, made the cover of
 ''Sports Illustrated'', picked up an easy hundred grand. Now that is one fight
-that Mr. Mailer, the Iiterary lion, chose not to discuss. The clash between
+that Mr. Mailer, the literary lion, chose not to discuss. The clash between
 pro and amateur didn’t grab his imagination like two spades in Africa or the
 dark passion of Emile Griffith. Yes, you know how to pick your spots, Norman. I who have studied your moves think that your best instinct is judgment. It’s your secret punch. You knew how to stake out Kennedy and
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 Ali, the moon, scrappy broads, dirty walls, all meat to you, slugger. But {{pg|504|505}}
+even Norman Mailer has misplayed a few. Remember the Chassidic tales?
+The rabbi pose was one you couldn’t quite pull off, but you cut your losses
+fast, the mark of a real pro, and I fully expect that you’ll come back to that
+one yet to cash in big on theology. Maybe at sixty you’ll throw a birthday
+party for yourself in the Jerusalem Hilton.You’ll roll up in an ancient scroll,
+grow earlocks, and say, “This is the big one, the one I’ve been waiting for.”
+With Allen Ginsberg along on a leash you’ll clank through the holy cities living
+on nuts and distilled water and sell your films as a legitimate appendix
+to the New Testament.
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