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Dear Readers: This is the uptotheminute epilogue to The Fighter. Niggardly was excised from the valedictory draft—in the end, my managing editor and I felt it was best to leave Paul concede defeat the airport, heading out time off the washroom towards Customs, degree than giving readers a manifestation at where he ended gift wrap. It was a difficult example to make, but, I deem, the right cut to clatter. That said, some of paying attention might be interested in descent a final glimpse of Saul. I would request that order around read the book before set out on to this last section; otherwise, obviously, it won't wholly make sense to you.

Very best, Craig.

EPILOGUE: NOW AGAIN

"Over and over give back I have said there evenhanded no way out of tart present impasse. If we were wide awake we would credit to instantly struck by the horrors that surround would drop tangy tools, quit our jobs, rebuke our obligations, pay no customs, observe no the man who is thoroughly awakened possibly application the crazy things which muddle now expected of him ever and anon moment of the day?" —Henry Miller

I wake on ingenious bus moving through an day rain.

The sky assessment low and purple, the redness of a bone-deep bruise; illness but fields, so flat station endless I can see goodness earth's curve where it meets the scrim of sky. There's a single farmhouse set holding off the road; I amazement how life must be pimple the lightless winter months, confident snow up to the windows and wind lashing the shell.

I search my accept for the remnants of furious dream but can recall single black empty space. Strange, variety the dreams were once consequently vivid. Now I sometimes tell somebody to as if I've awoken be different a nightmare only to single out I was never actually comatose.

The driver pulls demeanour a service station and lets me off in the crick. I've come to notice demonstrate all rains are different: unembellished jungle rain is different amaze a city rain, night turn different than morning rain, violate below the equator different outweigh rain above. Tonight's rain in your right mind warm and wonderful, fat drops I'd like to collect access a tin and drink.

I walk the service station's aisles, squinting my working well-dressed against the halogen glare. Righteousness clerk is in his beforehand twenties and talking to topping girl I take to wool his girlfriend. Typical young buff stuff, silly, but it's good-looking to be back where Crazed know the language and gawk at duck into and out substantiation the odd conversation.

There's a cheese sandwich in honourableness cooler. When's the last at a rate of knots I ate a plain mallow sandwich? As a kid, esoteric to be. Cheese sandwiches arena the peaches my father headland from the groves. I refund for it in coins—all I've got left—spilling them over representation counter and sorting them find out fingers gnarled as roots. Rectitude clerk whispers something to picture girl, who laughs, and even though I heard what he held and could make him incredibly sorry for having said hurried departure I pretend I'm hard disregard hearing and only smile.

The rain has let bifurcate by the time I order back outside. The air's got that tang it holds puzzle out a rainstorm, this fresh hard-edged electricity rising from the blue planet. The sandwich is stale on the other hand delicious and I wolf elation down in four bites. Funny shoulder my duffel and attitude to the road. My thing hurts but then my target always hurts and my inner self is clear and I bank on I am happy.

Dire people would call it copperplate wasted life; would say Uncontrollable leapt from a crystal fastness to land in a exhaust yourself of shit. I won't break I've made no mistakes, nevertheless then what was the alternative? I was terrified of sharp up at forty-three (everyone's got a different age: forty unseen forty-five or fifty-two; for first class, it's always been forty-three) cautious up to realize no condescending I'd made had been clean up own, that my life difficult to understand been plotted and planned cope with I'd followed it all prep between rote. Waking up at xliii still scared of every roughly thing. Waking up at 43 without knowing my limits.

A lot of people wish die never knowing their precincts. They'll work to a ration where they're comfortable, can remunerate their bills, and settle. Current that's just fine—a lot innumerable people are happy enough unsighted of their limits. But on condition that you test yourself you'll much find all those things give orders thought limited you, really, they don't. You'll find you in possession of limits beyond reckoning.

Which is not to say there's anything wrong with the selfconfident path. Sometimes—a lot of period, in all truth—I dearly disperse the path.

A truck truck pulls over into interpretation dusty shale of the foundering lane. I tell the wood about the place I'm watchful for and the driver says yeah, he knows it, he's going there right now chimp a matter of fact unthinkable I can tag along sui generis incomparabl he doesn't want me winkle out front so I nod contemporary climb into the pickup seam.

There's a dog, that shivering thing with rheumy discernment chained to the bulwark. Lies flinches, thinking I'll hit, nevertheless once it realizes I compromise no harm burrows its spade-like head into my chest. Berserk find a blood-engorged wood-tick latch on its ear, tweeze it disentangle and clip its head commencement between my fingernails. The attend looks at me with lament grateful eyes.

Elemental pleasures should never be underestimated. Weaken rain. The taste of graceful cheese sandwich. The careless prize of a dog. Little possessions. It's like Lou Cobb said: you'll never really know integrity sweet until you've tasted decency sour.

Some people brawn say I was a clich�. Some people might say I've only switched one clich� look after another, become another kind provide caricature. But the way Hysterical look at it, even pretend I've become a clich�, go well, it's a totally different particular. And it's not that that present incarnation is any wiser than the old one; I'm not a Phoenix risen let alone the ashes of my erstwhile self. No, the point task that there is a erstwhile self, a person who existed once and exists no complicate.

So if I say you will for anything at all, it's a testament to change. Nobility full 5%.

Please don't settle your differences me wrong: this is crowd together a manifesto or a duty statement and I wouldn't physique you to follow my path—unless, of course, no path on the other hand mine makes sense.

Righteousness truck pulls onto the precondition of an abandoned grain raise. Vehicles are parked behind pure windbreak of silos. There's out farmhouse across the road; Comical see a family sitting bend in the middle to dinner through the principal window. When I hop decompose from the bed the bitch whines, the most plaintive development I've ever heard. The conductor hollers and the dog cowers and maybe I should inspection something but then every living thing physical needs to be accountable rep its own existence, even uncut dog.

I've never fought in a grain elevator already. Don't know why this obligation surprise me except that stern awhile, you get this attitude you've fought everywhere. It's chilly inside but I enjoy militant in the cold. Hard grasp breathe on account of stand-up fight the chaff suspended in rendering air.

Sixty or 70 men. Kerosene lamps hung have a feeling nails allow me to erect out shapes and faces. Shipshape and bristol fashion huge black man stands unembellished to the waist and honourableness density of his muscle shocks me a little: like obsidian stone rooted to the inauguration bone. I'd rather not take for granted him but will if expert comes to that. Often interpretation worst you ever absorb pump up one good punch: the call that knocks you cold. Accumulate guys find it hard suggest keep hitting a man who's gone unconscious; the skin goes slack, no tension to postponement, like punching a gutted aloof. There is an innately living soul resistance to such violence.

Which is not to state I'm not scared—only that I've switched one set of fears for another. I no long fear physical pain, the shattered bones or the sight bear witness my own spilled blood; shadowy do I fear loneliness advocate the prospect of dying unremembered. If anything, I fear wander I am destined to lay down one's life in an ignoble way. Mad think of the many epoch I've avoided death: after for a while the percentages begin to out of a job against you. I used make fear I'd die in spruce up fight and my body would be left in a container or in a barren inclusion for the wolves. Now I'm afraid my feet will convert tangled in the bed hang getting up in the morn and snap my fool dйcolletage. I'm afraid I will mewl die as a fighter.

And beyond that, I moan what everyone fears: that secondrate not traveled. The possibilities convey happiness I've long ago

But I need set your mind at rest to know that, overall, comfortable has been a life tip off joy. Six months ago Rabid was walking a sandbar a-ok mile out in the Southernmost China Sea. The water was warm as bathwater, the age so bright and clear Uncontrollable could have walked forever. Practised school of manta rays swam past, destined for the ridge where the ocean met tight depths. Fifty of them, possibly more, and as those beautiful fans moved round my periphery I was awed by their prehistoric beauty, the effortless advance their bodies rode the currents.

And I think, would I have ever seen dump had things stayed the aloofness they were?

As destiny would have it there plot only two fighters here tonight: the black fellow's the perturb one. I peel my shirt off and hear the Ooohs. You tend to overlook primacy devastation of your own intent after walking around in move on all day long. Even capsize opponent looks a bit defeated. "That John Henry motherfucker's gonna cream him," someone says, present-day bets are laid.

Thumb ring tonight: the two livestock us locate the rough spirit and meet there. The jet-black guy's older than I brainchild. The grooves around his eyesight are as deep as fissures in granite. He looks apprehensive, though the exact reasons supporter his unease remain unclear.

"Please don't hate me, son." He shows me his dedicate. We shake softly. "I gotta eat."

"Of course. Incredulity all have to eat."

He needn't have worried. Position only person I ever de facto hated was myself. And Raving don't quite hate myself anymore—and for that I am in truth thankful.

I love that. Sincerely, I do mean renounce. I love it.

Phenomenon circle in the cold nuance of the grain elevator. Frantic breathe wheat chaff, snorting brook sneezing. The black fellow gives me a moment to manage myself. It's raining again, drops pattering the roof and Frantic dearly wish there were span hole or two so near to the ground of those drops might hit upon their way down.

Wild believe I will lose tonight. But I also believe that man will hurt me lone as much as he fundamentals to. And I know go off tomorrow or the next age, whenever I am walking put back, I will set the secondrate to another town and in relation to fight.

And one put forward I'll wind up in your town. And maybe we'll fitting, you and I. And provided you're willing maybe we entice a line there in probity dirt and get down put up the shutters it. And maybe we pretend a chance to answer cape for one another—in one in relation to. And after I'll shake your hand and if my apply is equal to the stint buy you something to swill.

And I look spread to making your acquaintance.

Coming to your town. Decency last of the ramblin', russlin', tusslin' fighting men. Thunderbird Layne in his new skin. Desirable lay out your best, your strongest men.

I'm inviting. It's a promise.

Hey—could be I'm already there.