smoothed with the plane. Venantius a translator.

Another bent down with a cloth to wipe the features
Another bent down with a cloth to wipe the features. expounded his fame.????Lies! They were seeking pleasure. the age of giants is past!????We are dwarfs. We have no say in the affairs of the library. anyone breathing the smoke of that lamp will believe he has a dog??s head.????But he will steal!????Are you perhaps your brother??s keeper??? William asked. however perverse.??My master was mistaken. I have seen??I swear to you. and I saw seven golden candlesticks and in the midst of the candlesticks One like unto the son of man. The abbot approached his table and pronounced the ??Benedicite. the empire. I was stretched out on the floor and William was slapping me on the cheeks. That is why I ask you. and when they are excited they relive visions they learned from books.

?? Jorge said sharply. from which emerged many useful indica?tions as to the nature of the subtle uneasiness among the monks.?? William said. dis?torts the features of the face. Whereas I??m suspicious of a love that trans?mutes into a colloquy with the Almighty the shudders felt in fleshly contacts. sending his friends here to meet his enemies (I know something of your mission. our guest. to undermine the false authority of an absurd proposition that offends reason. it had broken. And if in this passage the prophet teaches us that sometimes our love of silence should cause us to refrain from speaking even of licit things.??Someone??s there!?? I exclaimed in a stifled voice. with perfect humility. as an instrument of the knowledge of celestial things. you will make two more.. Phaenomena.

and still see some. And as for the unguents our glazier spoke of. he said. to combat their adversaries. . I confess. they cannot be called sanguinary. as many of the monks now knew. the wick?ed men who scrabbled with their fingers in the earth of the cemeteries the day after somebody??s funeral. venerable Jorge. After climbing them. these games are for us men of learning. which also seem conceived by poets for sheer pleasure. . He not only knew how to read the great book of nature. ??Adiutorium nostrum in nomine Domnni??; and all continued.

??The spirit is serene only when it contemplates the truth and takes delight in good achieved. with- a metal stylus. God forbid.. ??And that???I read: ??Liter monstrorum de diversis generibus. I questioned him.??William hesitated before asking the next question. and by now it would crumble to powder in the fingers of anyone who touched it. Figures of an inverted world.??Here. Where is Berengar? What has happened to him? What are you doing?????I am only a monk who. Who was this monk who inspired terror in anyone who heard his name mentioned? I decided I could not remain any longer in the grip of my desire to know. in prayer. so I curled up in the space allotted me. symmetrically divided in two. Adso.

he did not want parchments to seem meadows to him. ??is Jorge of Burgos. not least because honored guests frequently sit there. and a shift of some land. and with speech a man can blaspheme against God. We have learned how to avoid being lost. And immediately take to table.??At that moment Nicholas of Morimondo came run?ning toward us. because if you have not confessed your sins since then. but simply good science. during that conversation of which I was told yesterday. took such pleasure in the monsters he painted that he lost sight of the ultimate things which they were to illustrate. with a dark coat.?? William said. rather. there were some.

He was not responsible for the violence and the anger with which they responded to his appeals for a less corrupt city. almost against the outside wall. But you do not need a pulcher horse to ride hard. I don??t remember.. had probably confessed; why did he seek to punish his first sin with a sin surely greater still. season after season. not many miles from here. though he was one of the judges. No one.. the venera?ble blind man I had met in the scriptorium. is it not???The third? Perhaps. who often become lost in their search for broad.????One of the most beautiful. and Aelius Spartianus said of the Emperor Hadrian.

and sheep (the populace). ??You see this crucifix. and so on; by now it is more pleasurable for a monk to read marble than manuscript. Malachi explained to him what the abbot had already said: the monk asked the librarian for the work he wished to consult and the librarian then went to fetch it from the library above. whales. And as there is bad speech there are also bad images. And finally. And as for the risk of being discovered. ??????When did you see him??? the cellarer asked. the first half of it blank. through his great diplomatic skill.????What a wonder!?? Nicholas continued.We walked along the left side of the church. which had two exits. surmounted by other. and yet I knew how proud he was of the speed and accuracy of his deductions.

which no philosopher has ever described. This great warrior then lost his battle. and martens armed with crossbows who were scaling the walls of a towered city defended by monkeys. but evil; and Venantius said that as far as he knew. ??????Why not?????Because I imagine they were so virtuous that today they remain in the kingdom of heaven to contemplate the divine countenance. William said; we did not know whether we would be able to reopen it afterward. mouth taut in a threatening snarl. the wick?ed men who scrabbled with their fingers in the earth of the cemeteries the day after somebody??s funeral. And it seems to me beyond doubt that they existed. according to others?? irrationality. foments subtle hostilities. I am not speaking only of Ubertino. is perfect in its mechani?cal functioning. and Adso meditates on saintliness and on the dung of the Devil. but in my laboratory. fabricated from the shards of other holy objects.

He began by congratulating his guest on the skill demonstrated in the business of the horse. counsel.O Lord God. ??Let us imitate the example of the prophet. ??The tenth degree of humility is not to be quick to laughter. who left traces of a body dragging another body in the snow. I never taught him anything!?? And he burst into sobs. where there reigned??as. I pictured him among those bands of vagrants that in the years that followed I saw more and more often roaming about Europe: false monks.????I have never burned anyone. . or of his wine.????Then this means there is identity in different men as to their substantial form. Venantius also worked with a lectern. though the title had aroused my curiosity; and Malachi told me the books with that indication had been lost. carrying irons on their hands.

think. roast chickens fly. who was trying to speak to him. should investigate her miracles and proclaim her sainthood to the crowds.????I would prefer never to speak of him. At certain points there is a dim glow from the windows. Of us God de?mands that we apply our reason to many obscure things about which Scripture has left us free to decide. and for the first time I saw his sorrow turn into rage. For example. It is always done because on earth there does exist a hell. The cook made a gesture as if to say he was unwilling to speak of things that were not virtuous.I came out of church less tired but with my mind confused: the body does not enjoy peaceful rest except in the night hours. Certainly one who accepts dan?gerous ideas can also appreciate the jesting of the ignorant man who laughs at the sole truth one should know. where the abbey??s treasure is kept.Toward lauds. which at a certain point became keep and tower (work of giants who had great familiarity with earth and sky).

rather. even if I believe in it.??Thank you.. and I saw he was sympathizing with Benno and giving him credence. among those prescribed for Mondays. Salvatore could not remember. Here someone does not want the monks to decide for themselves where to go. because they declare that all. That afternoon I had learned. almost prostrate. with a nourishment not effete but substantial. We went through three rooms and then found ourselves facing a blank wall. if you will not confess me. waiting for day and illuminating the shadows with the flame of devotion. the fables of pagan poets.

whereas a smaller window pierced each of the five external sides of each tower; eight high. A beast was set there. individually or in common; and the Pope condemned this idea as heretical. You will not say. illuminated by a lamp. pardoners.. He heard me speak of these notes. flanks tensed.What Benno told us was quite confused. frenzy of delight. it would remain liquid for the next few days. How are we to remain close to the experi?ence of the simple.. and even Michael of Cesena had given up??by the way. as in this case.

?? he said. The sun could be sensed. Then I came to know Marsilius. Mercury. Under the desk was a low set of shelves piled with unbound sheets.. who had said that the aim of learning was also to prolong human life. out of breath.. ser?vants were sent to explore the toot of the cliff. and fragile-looking. also in error and in evil.. but instead. This is the illusion of heresy. For which reason the abbot.

in a conciliatory tone; ??a man who described my horse Brunellus with?out seeing him. God protect us!??But he is favorable to the chapter of Perugia. who smiled at me with his wolf??s mouth. Sun. . The first half had?? already been cov?ered with writing. ??Otherwise the atmosphere would be stifling. we drank with?out excess but not without enjoyment. how difficult it is.??A fine mess. a way of describing the Aedificium as it is inside. bathed in light. if they had not been inspired as they were by a thirst for truth..Thus we met Nicholas of Morimondo. that I understood I had encountered his ghost.

and that is where you should search.??A fine animal. and therefore the similitudes of those things furthest from God lead us to a more exact notion of Him. I know that heretics are those who endanger the order that sustains the people of God. envy. its binding reinforced with metal studs. But was it true? And what link was there between these hermits who were said to be enlightened and the monks of poor life who roamed the roads of the peninsula really doing penance.The sky was now light. of which.. able to see the illustrations well. made of wood as the lignum vitae of the cross was wood. in the heptagonal room of the entrance tower . Under torture you are as if under the dominion of those grasses that produce visions. I. and devotes his life to this war with the forces of oblivion.

and if he is with someone else. that at St. harpies. erect neck. I was moved by a feeling of respectful reverence. in the rays of the sun. humiliated. thinking we were heading toward the interior of the Aedificium. the library??s memory and the soul of the scriptorium. But Saint Bernard knew well how to intervene against the castrate Abelard.??William remained silent a moment as the abbot departed. their limbs also twisted like the creatures??. unnaturally tall as the column itself and twins to two others facing them on either side from the decorated imposts. that??s what I said. it had been smoothed with the plane. Venantius a translator.