But the diversions are not what they could be. There are books, magazines, a big television, leather couches.
There is a painting on silk of Diana Ross. There is a chandelier worthy of Cap d’Antibes. Mike Tyson’s monastery in the Nevada desert is a mansion next door to Wayne Newton’s mansion, and it could be said to lack the usual austerity. For months at a time, he hardens his body on roadwork and beefsteak, and practices an enforced loneliness-even (tradition has it) sexual loneliness-the better to focus the mind on war. The conventions of the ring demand that a fighter in training become a monk. I’m a strong believer in that.” Photograph by Will Hart / Duomo
“But, shit, if a guy got killed he was probably doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. “I wasn’t there when he killed the guy,” Tyson said, of Don King.
