Chapter 22 Chapter Seventeen

morning worship Adso ponders the history of the order and the fate of books in his office When I walked out of the chapel, my spirit was somewhat recovered, but my mind was confused. Only at night can my body get a peaceful rest.I went upstairs to the office, and with Malachi's permission, I began to look through the catalogue.In fact, while I glanced absently at the hastily turned pages before my eyes, I was secretly observing the monks. I was amazed by their composure, composure.They were all so absorbed in their work that they seemed to have forgotten that one brother was still missing and the other two died unexpectedly.I told myself that gathered here are the great men of our order.Many like them through the centuries have seen barbarians invade, pillage their monasteries, and burn great nations to the ground, and yet they read, cherish the parchment and ink, and say they have long been told, and will be carried on by them. recite the words.When the Millennium Blessing was approaching, they continued to read and copy, and there is certainly no reason to stop now.

The day before, Benno had said that he would make a mistake in order to obtain a precious book.He wasn't lying or joking.A monk should love his books humbly and think about them, not just to satisfy his own curiosity.But lay people are bewitched by women.Clergy who do not take monastic vows will be eager for wealth, and monks will inevitably be seduced by knowledge. ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ I flipped through the catalog, and saw a series of mysterious titles jumping before my eyes, even some about crimes.I'm not surprised.For those who are committed to writing, the library is no different from the holy land of Jerusalem, and it is also a mysterious world located on the border between the underworld and the world.They are dominated by the library, intoxicated by its promises and obeyed by its prohibitions.They live for the library, take the library as the center of life, and only hope that one day its secrets can be fully revealed.So they might risk their lives to satisfy their curiosity, or commit murder to prevent someone from taking their cherished secret for themselves.

Seduction, to be exact, the vanity of knowledge.Our divine founder could copy without asking for understanding, completely obeying the will of God, praying without forgetting to write, and writing without forgetting to pray, very different from the scribe monks of today.Why is it so different now?Oh, and this is not the only evidence of the depravity of the Order!The power of the order had grown too great, and the abbot was pitted against the king.In Abo, don't I see an embodiment of a dictatorial monarch who wants to settle the monarchy's disputes?The accumulated knowledge of the monasteries was now bartered for goods, a cause for pride, a motive for boastfulness and prestige.Our abbots display decorated manuscripts as warriors show off their carapaces and banners...so now (to the point of madness!) when our monasteries also lose their leadership of learning; church schools, metropolitan municipalities and universities Perhaps more and better books were copied than we are, and new works are created, and this may be the cause of many misfortunes.

The monastery in which I belong may be the last that can boast of intellectual creation and re-creation.But perhaps for this reason the monks were no longer content with the sacred work of copying.The desire to pursue novelty makes them also want to create new works, but they don't know that doing so is self-destructive.And I was vaguely aware of it at the time (age and experience make me sure now).So that sacred place is no different from a church school or a city university if the new learning they seek to create can circulate freely in the outside world.The monastery, on the other hand, remained isolated, maintaining its prestige and power intact, uncorrupted by controversy and theological delusions.I thought to myself that there was a reason why the library was surrounded by darkness: while learning was thus preserved, it was not polluted only in such a way that even the monks could not have wished for it.Learning is not like a coin, which remains intact through wide circulation; it is like a fine dress, which wears out with wear and pomp.In fact, isn't that what a book is all about?After being touched by too many people, the pages will crease and the ink and gold will fade.I once watched Pacificus of Tivoli flip through a book whose pages were glued together by the heat.He dipped his thumb and forefinger on his tongue, and then opened the book page by page. As a result, every page was left with traces of saliva, not only the corners of the book were folded, but also the pages had zigzag wrinkles, just like excessive The indulgence of love and beauty will make soldiers weak, and this excessive possession and curiosity will also make books infected with "diseases" that will eventually become invalid.

Then what should be done?No more reading, just save it?Are my fears valid?What would my tutor think? ※Bandhammer Academy's E-Book※ Near me sat a marker, Magnus of Jonas, who had just scraped off the parchment with a pumice stone, softened it with a white quill, and then flattened it with a ruler.Sitting next to him was Rabbano of Toledo, who had nailed the parchment to the table, punched holes in the sides, and was now marking the parchment with a stylus.Soon these two pages will be filled with colors and shapes, and become a kind of sacred object.The two monks seemed to be in paradise on earth at this moment.They are creating new books, books that will be destroyed by the relentless age...so the library is not threatened by any earthly power, it is a living thing...but if it is alive, why not risk Open to the danger of knowledge being polluted?Is this what Benno, or even Venantius, hoped for?

I feel confused and terrified of what I think.Perhaps a novice monk shouldn't think so much, and just follow the religious rules cautiously and humbly in the future--I did, and didn't ask myself any more questions.And the world around me was sinking deeper and deeper into a storm of blood and madness. It's time for breakfast.I went down to the kitchen, where I was now the friend of the cooks, and they gave me some of the most delicious dishes.