Sounds like Herman Melville had a few synapses misfiring. The way he strings together his mixed metaphors makes me want to wander off to sit in the shade and open a cold beer. While a tiger's heart may connote a natural inclination, panting is a function of breathing. Velvet paws conceal claws, not fangs. Remorseless fangs lie beneath a cat's whiskers. Brilliancy of the ocean's skin? Ahoy mate! Bohemia, por favor!
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