Just to give you an example of why I am in love with this book:
"Next, a short but barrel-chested Puerto Rican lightweight came on with a thin fellow from Philadelphia; the weights were even, and it was a contest between a vertical line and a cube. This was better – the Philadelphian was resolute, although unduly prolonged, and the Puerto Rican appeared to be a great hitter, in a shot-putting style. ‘Look at him!’ a man behind me cried. ‘He looks like a monkey – you know – a griller!’ Having found his mot juste, he stuck to it for eight rounds. ‘A griller!’ he would exclaim whenever the Puerto Rican would up to pitch a fist. ‘A griller! A griller!’ The griller did not succeed in converting the Philadelphian into a horizontal, but he made him look like two sides of a triangle in search of a third."