Six thousandpounds of muscle powering a hoopof butcher's knives. The only animal
Wow. That's sort of pretty. In a kind of way.
In school I ended up writing three different papers on The Castaway section of Moby-Dick, the chapter where the cabin boy Pip falls overboard and is driven mad by the empty immensity of what he finds...
Beware the Jabberwock, my son The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!
If you have food in your jaws you have solved all questions for the time being.