In the Clearing Stands a Boxer....

I wanted an author, or at least someone famous in the arts. I may instead have a boxer on my hands.

You should see how Charlie swings as I play with him. Left hook, right hook, uppercut, jabs galore: he's an animal! At least he does me the courtesy of removing my glasses before pulverizing my face (no joke). He's obviously a gentleman (gentlebaby?) as well as a future pugilist. I just hope he grows facial hair better than I do, what with the handlebar mustache being a key part of the attire.

Or maybe he'll be both? Writer-boxer has been done before. Or maybe he's just a baby. Let's go with that...for now.