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| Someday a young contender will stride into the arena, wearing his confidence in the stance of a warrior. He will stand erect, flanked by demons, blond hair waving, clutching a spear; gaze forward, immobile, mouth set expressionlessly. |
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| Such men tend to age with surprising grace into a quiet, alert maturity. Like cats they stalk the margins, in search of fresh talent against which they may test themselves. |
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