|
In a fantasy land far away...
There exists a sage who who wrote the ballad of the merchant, the merchant of Venice.
This merchant loaned his gold in good trust, and if the loan was not repaid he required a pound of flesh in compensation. A bit harsh maybe, but the deal was made nonetheless. As the story goes, the loan was not repaid. But did he get his pound? No! He was swindled out of it. Swindled by a woman posing as a male youth, a lawyer. In the end it was said that he could not extract the flesh without spilling the blood, and so the deal was nullified in court.
This , to me, sounded like a travesty of justice, a let-off on a technicality.
Deals are made in good faith, hands are shook on the truth of the words that are spoken.
Live by your word, surrender your flesh if you promise it... |
