Tuesday, August 18, 2009

I miss my ocean

I'm having a hard time settling in here.

This story is from Orford, Suffolk, near where I was born. I think it's terribly sad.

'Men fishing in the sea caught in their nets a wild man. He was naked and was like a man in all his members, covered with hair and with a long shaggy beard. He eagerly ate whatever was brought to him but if it was raw he pressed it between his hands until all the juice was expelled. He would not talk, even when tortured and hung up by his feet. Brought into church, he showed no signs of reverence or belief. He sought his bed at sunset and always remained there until sunrise.

He was allowed to go into the sea, strongly guarded with three lines of nets, but he dived under the nets and came up again and again. Eventually he came back of his own free will. But later on he escaped and was never seen again.'

(Recorded by Ralph of Coggeshall, a 12th-13th Century Cistercian monk, later abbott, and English chronicler.)

1 comment:

audric said...

It is a sad story, mostly because others did not understand. Fortunately, there were ways out of the nets.