Behold the Fisherman,mighty are his preperations
He riseth up early in the morning and setteth all his household in commotion
He goeth forth full of hope, with companions like unto himself
His labours are great, small indeed are his rewards
Late in the evening he returneth home
smelling of strong drink
The truth is not him
What doth it profit a man if he have the patience of Job
and the wisdom of Solomon
If in the end the fish are smarter than he is.
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