Be not like certain fisher-women who, caught in a storm on their way home from market,
took refuge in the house of florist. They were lodged for the night in a room next
to the garden, where the air was full of the fragrance of flowers. In vain did they
try to rest, until one of them suggested that they wet their fish baskets and place
them near their heads. Then they all fell into a sound sleep.
The world is our fish basket, we must not depend upon it for enjoyment.