ABSTRACT
There lived and dwelt this fisherman. He went off somehow to catch fish. He came up to the deep blue sea and there was a terrifying calm. The fisherman rejoiced: “Now,” he thinks,” there’ll be good fishing.” So he went out onto the sea. He cast his net. He sat and sat, but he caught nothing. So he cast it maybe ten or twenty times. “Well,” he thought, “I’ll just cast it once more.” He cast it out and he waited. And then he started hauling it in—but he couldn’t. He pulled and pulled and barely pulled it out. When he had pulled it out, there was an empty vessel. “What the devil!” he thought. The fisherman was astonished by the trademark. It was from a time long, long ago. He took a nail or a hook of some sort and pried out the cork. And a smoke arose from the vessel and became a high, ever so high cloud. And an enormous man came out of that cloud. He came out and spoke in a thunderous voice: “Prepare for death!”
