I was spinning around a dead dial, just another lost number in a file.

Nor thy reſiſtleſs Arm the Bull withſtood: / Nor He the roaring Terror of the Wood. / The triple Porter of the Stygian seat, / With lolling Tongue, lay fawning at thy Feet: / And, ſeiz'd with Fear, forgot his mangled Meat.

[…]and this is not a sky, it is a Soul and living Face! Nothing liker the Temple of the Highest, bright with some real effulgence of the Highest, is seen in this world.

The champion hopes to defeat his new challenger in the game to remain undefeated.