Enough for one day about bishops and poetry, the only two subjects about which I seem to have had anything to say recently. Let the reader turn his attention to a much graver (and I daresay more hallowed) mystery.
I am talking, of course, about Shohei Ohtani. What can be added to the enormous journalistic stock of what has been said already concerning this prodigy? One uses the word here in its original sense of a prodigium, an omen or portent by which the inscrutable will of the gods is announced to the mortal world; a monster, a winged serpent or two-headed calf whose appearance—however terrible in itself—betokens the coming of some strange and unspeakable wonder.
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