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Content warning: This story contains some violent scenes I have a fascination for polar bears. They have always struck me as a particularly terrible way to die. If you’re eaten by a polar bear, there’s a good chance that you’ll be eaten alive, because the human body just doesn’t constitute enough of a threat to permanently disable before the consumption begins. I could say the same about bull sharks or a pack of wild dogs, but it’s the bears that hold my attention. I think it’s because there’s so much room in them for metaphor. There’s a man and a