I’ll example you with thievery : The sun’s a thief, and with his great attraction Robs ‘the vast sea ; the moon ‘s an arrant thief, And her pale fire she snatches from the sun ; The sea ‘s a thief, whose liquid surge resolves The moon into salt tears ; the earth ‘s a thief, That feeds and breeds by a composture stolen From general excrement : each thing ‘s a thief. Life’s uncertain voyage
“Courage, good fellow! We live by the folly of Spring!
A man began to eat his order of fish, and the ghost of the fish arose and spoke. Forgive me, it said, please hear me. I died in despair, which is, as you know, the worst of the deadly sins. As I slowly suffocated in the alien air, I gave up hope of salvation, and so died without the consolation of religion. In your compassion and mercy, have a Mass said for me, and pray for my soul. With that, the ghost of the fish vanished, and the man, congratulating himself on possessing the carcass of such a remorseful creature, tucked in.
Michael Sharkey, “Eating Sin”