"'Flounder, flounder in the sea,
Come, I pray thee, here to me;
For my wife, good Ilsabil,
Wills not as I'd have her will.'
'Well, what does she want, then?' said the Flounder. 'Alas, said he, 'she wants to be like unto God.' 'Go to her and you will her back in the dirty hovel.' And there they are living still at this very time"
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