The Rime of the Ancient Mariner by Samuel Taylor Coleridge Day after day, day after day, We stuck, nor breath nor motion; As idle as a painted ship Upon a painted ocean. Water, water, every where, And all the boards did shrink; Water, water, every where, Nor any drop to drink. The Albatros In many ways the low interest rates and lack of velocity in our money supply have become our Albatros. Thanks to Tom McClellan for the article that he wrote comparing our recent sell off to