“Ladeez an’ gennulmen: in this corner, wearing red trunks and weighing one billion years, the champion of Evil, his Satanic majesty, Lucifer. . . . And in the far corner wearing a Brooks Brothers suit and Countess Mara tie, the underdog challenger, James Fenwick. The purse: one human soul!” An old, old battle—one which has fascinated every writer from the monk and his parchment scroll to the young man next door with his electric typewriter. And whether the odds are set by the pulpit or the corner bookie, the final outcome is forever in doubt!
