In The Devil’s Teeth, her book about great white sharks, Susan Casey describes approaching the “North Farallones[,] a knife-edged set of spires that … erupted out of nowhere, five sheer rock pinnacles ranging in a tight circle like a clawed hand. Fierce surge channels poured between them. Seals and sea lions had scaled their steep sides and they sat lodged in the gloom, barking like a Cerebus choir.”
I wasn’t aware aardvarks barked, although maybe Cerebus put together an atonal choir when he was Pope.
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