The Bengals Loss To The Bears Explained Through Moby Dick Lines.

It was a humorously perilous business of Bengals and Bears. Consider the devilish brilliance and beauty of many of its most remorseless tribes. Down the way, an Ohio honey-hunter, who seeking honey in the crotch of a hollow tree, found such exceeding store of it, that leaning too far over, it sucked him in, so that he died embalmed. A brief aside, I have seldom seen such brawn in a man as the felled perine.

The mere act of penning my thoughts of this Leviathan, they weary me, and make me faint with their outreaching comprehensiveness of sweep. All these seemed the strange calm things preluding some riotous and desperate scene. They began capering about most obstreperously at the end of the fourth quarter. Back and forth. Don’t you know the higher you climb, the colder it gets? Leap! leap up, and lick the sky! All that we call lives and souls, lie dreaming, dreaming, still. Make modern history a liar, recover an onside kick, take a lead.

So have I seen a bird with clipped wing making affrighted broken circles in the air, vainly striving to escape the piratical hawks. Retribution, swift vengeance, eternal malice were in their whole aspect. One most perilous and long voyage ended, only begins a second; and a second ended, only begins a third, and so on, forever and for aye.