"Perfect." Dundee said.
closed-circuit system O.K.?"
"They say it
noise of the crowd, impatient now, began to beat at the door. A big roar went
up. "Quarry," someone said. "Quarry's gone."
Seconds to go.
Ali stood immobile for a moment, perhaps to pray, which is his habit, and Jesse
Jackson hopped off the rubbing table and embraced him, almost trembling with
A knock sounded
on the door. "It's time," a voice called. Muhammad Ali gave one last
peek at himself in the mirrors, and he went out into the corridor, his people
packed around him.