The Fisherman and his Wife
said: ‘Now, Wife, be content with being Pope; higher thou canst not go.’
‘I will think about that,’ said the Woman, and with that they both went to bed. Still she was not content, and could not sleep for her inordinate desires. The Man slept well and soundly, for he had walked about a great deal in the day; but his Wife could think of nothing but what further grandeur‘Flounder, Flounder in the sea,
Prythee, hearken unto me:
Prythee, hearken unto me:
‘Ha! can I not cause the sun and the moon to rise? Husband!’ she cried, digging her elbow into his side, ‘wake up and go to the Flounder. I will be Lord of the Universe.’
Her husband, who was still more than half asleep, was so
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