Let us now praise. . .
Ultimate fighting literature
Unexpected delights from men who pound each other into submission
The Ultimate Fighting Championship, as you may have heard, is one of the presenting symptoms of a civilization about to go belly-up. Two men, barefoot and barechested, knocking seven shades of shining shazam out of each other; blood sprayed across an octagonal ring, delighting the mob and, beyond it, invisible baying terraces of pay-per-viewers. (Full article: 978 words)
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