I Know We're Past the Whole Tempest Thing, but...

I had to write a post that I'd intended to write last week before I got horribly sick (sadly, almost all cold medications are strictly taboo for nursing moms, so we just gotta stick it out. I did try a fantastic combination of every home remedy ever suggested to me, which was kind of hilarious, and I got better after two days of bedrest, but alas neglected my blog a bit).

So!...

I want to respond (in a way) to Mikhaela's post about the fishy character of Caliban. I analyzed the same passage and Shakespeare's language here too caught my attention.

A strange fish! Were I in England now,
as once I was, and had but this fish painted,
not a holiday fool there but would give a piece
of silver: there would this monster make a
man; any strange beast there makes a man:
when they will not give a doit to relieve a lame
beggar, they will lazy out ten to see a dead
Indian. (The Tempest, Act II Scene II)