A shipwrecked man, cast up on the shore, had fallen asleep from exhaustion; but he soon woke, and, seeing the sea, reproached it for luring people with its calm look, then, once it has received them on its waters, turning wild and destroying them. The sea, having taken the form of a woman, said to him, "But, my friend, it is not I you should reproach, it is the winds; for I am by nature such as you see me now: it is the winds that, falling on me all of a sudden, stir me up and make me wild."
Do not blame the immediate agent of an injustice when another power compels the act.Moral
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