ABRUPTO

26.8.13


EARLY MORNING BLOGS  

2348 - ...misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows.

Trinculo: Legg'd like a man! and his fins like arms! Warm, o' my troth! I do now let loose my opinion, hold it no longer: this is no fish, but an islander, that hath lately suffer'd by a thunder-bolt. 
[Thunder.]
 Alas, the storm is come again! My best way is to creep under his gaberdine; there is no other shelter hereabout: misery acquaints a man with strange bedfellows. I will here shroud till the dregs of the storm be past. 

(Shakespeare)

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