(caught the water though not the fish) The Winter's Tale 5.2.82

Marx’s Table of Wood

meanderings of solid things,
such as in the unimaginable mind
of a wooden table, is deranged
dancing not tuned to the music of the
spheres.

if it could speak of it, he said,
it would say that a table is of no use
to itself; but its value, (oh its value) among
things is what riches are to people, only
richer.

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