Section09.pdf - MIT Media Laboratory
Section09.pdf - MIT Media Laboratory Section09.pdf - MIT Media Laboratory
Up through the water came the Flounder and said: ‘Well then, what spell does your wife wish me to east?’ ‘Ah,’ said the Fisherman. ‘I hardly like to ask you this. But she says that as I did catch you and then let you go, I ought to have wished for something. She does not like living in a hut, she wants a fine cottage.’ ‘Go home,’ said the Flounder. ‘She is living in a fine cottage already.’ Home went the Fisherman in a hurry, and sure enough, his wife met him as the door of a beautiful cottage and led him in to see the pretty little parlour and bedroom, the kitchen and the pantry, with its good plain furniture and its dishes of brass and tin. Behind the cottage was a yard with hens and ducks in it, and there was also a little garden with flowers and fruit. ‘Look,’ said his wife, ‘isn’t this better than a hut!’ ‘Is is indeed,’ answered the Fisherman, ‘and now we have nothing else to wish for.’ ‘We wlil see about that,’ said his wife. Sure enough, a few weeks later she exelalined impauently: ‘Listen, husband. This cottage is far too small and mean: the Flounder should have given us something larger. Go back and tell him to give us a castle!’ ‘An wife,’ said the Fisherman, ‘this cottage is all we need. Why ever should we want to live in a castle?’ 143 ‘Ridiculous!’ cried his wife. ‘Off you go this instant and tell the fish to give us a castle quickly.’ The Fisherman’s heart grew heavy. ‘It is not right to ask for more,’ he said. ‘The Flounder has been very kind to us. I shall not go.’ But he went, for he dared not disobey his wife. And when he got to the pool, the sea was quite purple and dark-blue, and grey and thick though there was still no sound of a storm. So he stood on the shore and cried: ‘Magic Flounder of the srs Come, I pray you, herr to me! For my wife, my Isabel Bids me ask another spell.’ Up through the water came the Flounder and said: ‘Well, what does she want this time?’ ‘Alas,’ said the Fisherman sadly, ‘she is not contented with the cottage, she wantsto livein a greatstone castle.’ ‘Go home,’ said the Flounder, ‘she is living in a great stone castle already.’ Home went the Fisherman in a hurry, and sure enough in plate of the cottage stood a great stone castle with a deer park round about it, and acres of gardens on either side. Hiswife met him at she door and led him
through a great hall paved with marble, where many servants ran hither and thither. They passed through room after room beautifully furnished with rich tapestries and crystal chandeliers and rare furniture, until they came to their bedroom. Here the carpet was as soft as down, and the bed had sheets of scented silk. ‘Isn’t this beautiful?’ said his wife. ‘Yes indeed,’ answered the Fisherman. ‘Now truly we have no more to wish for.’ ‘We’ll see about that tomorrow,’ she answered, and so they went to bed. But when she woke next morning and looked our of the window over the beautiful countryside, to the distant towns and villages, the Fisherman’s wife shook her husband roughly. ‘Get up!’ she shouted, ‘and look out of the window! We ought to be King and Queen of all this land. So hurry down to the sea-shore and tell the Flounder so make it so.’ ‘Ah wife, I do nor want to be King,’ said the Fisherman sadly. ‘Surely we should be content as we are?’ ‘If you don’t want to be King,’ shouted his wife, ‘I do. And what’s more, King I will be. Off you go at once!’ The Fisherman’s heart grew heavier still: ‘It’s nor right to ask for more,’ he muttered. ‘The Flounder has been very kind so us. I shall not go.’ But he went, for he could not disobey his wife. And when he came to the pool, the sea looked dark and grey, and she water heaved up from below and smelt strangely. However, he stood on the shore and cried: ‘Magic Flounder of the sea Come, I pray you, here so me! For my wife, my Isabel Asks—although I think nor well.’ Up through the water came the Flounder and said: ‘Oh, what does she want this rime?’ ‘Alas,’ said the Fisherman, ‘she wants to be King.’ ‘Go home,’ said the Flounder. ‘She is already King. Home went the Fisherman, and sure enough, the castle had become a great palate with soldiers drilling in the courtyard, and in the hall his wife sat on a golden throne, wearing a crown on her head, while trumpeters blew a fanfare at his approach. ‘Ah wife, so you are King,’ said the Fisherman. ‘Yes,’ she answered shortly, ‘now I am King.’ ‘Now you are King,’ he added anxiously, ‘surely there is nothing else you could ask for?’ ‘There you are wrong,’ she answered crossly. ‘There’s nothing unusual in being King. What I ought to be is Emperor. Back you go to the Flounder at once and tell him that I must be Emperor!’ ‘You cannot be Emperor!’ gasped the Fisherman. ‘I will nor ask the Flounder for any more!’
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through a great hall paved with marble, where many<br />
servants ran hither and thither. They passed through<br />
room after room beautifully furnished with rich tapestries<br />
and crystal chandeliers and rare furniture, until<br />
they came to their bedroom. Here the carpet was as<br />
soft as down, and the bed had sheets of scented silk.<br />
‘Isn’t this beautiful?’ said his wife.<br />
‘Yes indeed,’ answered the Fisherman. ‘Now truly<br />
we have no more to wish for.’<br />
‘We’ll see about that tomorrow,’ she answered, and<br />
so they went to bed. But when she woke next morning<br />
and looked our of the window over the beautiful<br />
countryside, to the distant towns and villages, the Fisherman’s<br />
wife shook her husband roughly.<br />
‘Get up!’ she shouted, ‘and look out of the window!<br />
We ought to be King and Queen of all this land. So<br />
hurry down to the sea-shore and tell the Flounder so<br />
make it so.’<br />
‘Ah wife, I do nor want to be King,’ said the Fisherman<br />
sadly. ‘Surely we should be content as we are?’<br />
‘If you don’t want to be King,’ shouted his wife, ‘I do.<br />
And what’s more, King I will be. Off you go at once!’<br />
The Fisherman’s heart grew heavier still: ‘It’s nor<br />
right to ask for more,’ he muttered. ‘The Flounder has<br />
been very kind so us. I shall not go.’<br />
But he went, for he could not disobey his wife. And<br />
when he came to the pool, the sea looked dark and grey,<br />
and she water heaved up from below and smelt strangely.<br />
However, he stood on the shore and cried:<br />
‘Magic Flounder of the sea<br />
Come, I pray you, here so me!<br />
For my wife, my Isabel<br />
Asks—although I think nor well.’<br />
Up through the water came the Flounder and said: ‘Oh,<br />
what does she want this rime?’<br />
‘Alas,’ said the Fisherman, ‘she wants to be King.’<br />
‘Go home,’ said the Flounder. ‘She is already King.<br />
Home went the Fisherman, and sure enough, the<br />
castle had become a great palate with soldiers drilling<br />
in the courtyard, and in the hall his wife sat on a golden<br />
throne, wearing a crown on her head, while trumpeters<br />
blew a fanfare at his approach.<br />
‘Ah wife, so you are King,’ said the Fisherman.<br />
‘Yes,’ she answered shortly, ‘now I am King.’<br />
‘Now you are King,’ he added anxiously, ‘surely<br />
there is nothing else you could ask for?’<br />
‘There you are wrong,’ she answered crossly. ‘There’s<br />
nothing unusual in being King. What I ought to be is<br />
Emperor. Back you go to the Flounder at once and tell<br />
him that I must be Emperor!’<br />
‘You cannot be Emperor!’ gasped the Fisherman.<br />
‘I will nor ask the Flounder for any more!’
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