slowly it reared like a ridge of golden rocks, till we discover'd two globes of crimson fire, from which the sea fled away in clouds of smoke; and now we saw, it was the head of Leviathan; his forehead was divided into streaks of green & purple like those on a tyger's forehead: soon we saw his mouth & red gills hang just above the raging foam tinging the black deep with beams of blood, advancing toward us with all the fury of a spiritual existence. Loosely translated: I caught the smallest Trout ever. Seriously a Stickleback could have taken this guy out. Other people laughed at me. He does look a mean little sod though.
Thanks to old Bill Blakey:
excerpt from William Blake's The Marriage of Heaven and Hell
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