Chapter 52 Chapter Forty Seven

seventh day The whole monastery was in disarray, But this is only the beginning of the tragedy, The flame of victory is constantly And the windows and the roof are rushing out... Chapter Forty Seven night If the title was meant to be an excerpt of the chapter's major findings, it would have to be as long as the chapter, meaningless We stand on the threshold.This door was exactly the same shape as the other three heptagonal rooms, and the room was filled with a musty smell of books.The lamp I held high above my head illuminated first the vaulted ceiling, and then, as I moved my arms from side to side, the flames illuminated the distant bookshelves along the wall.Finally, in the middle of the room, we see a table covered with papers and the person sitting behind it.He seemed to be waiting for us in the dark, motionless though alive.William spoke before the lamp illuminated his face.

"Good night, my lord George," said he. "Are you expecting us?" After we walked a few steps forward, the light clearly illuminated the old man's face, looking at us as if he was not blind. "Is that you, William of Baskerville?" he asked. "I came here this afternoon before Vespers, and shut myself in, and have been waiting for you. I knew you would come. " "Where is the Dean?" William asked. "Is he the one who made the noise in the secret staircase?" George hesitated for a moment. "Is he still alive?" he asked. "I thought he was suffocated."

"Before we start talking," William said, "I want to get him out. You can open it from this side." "I couldn't trust him anymore. He was terrified. He became famous, undeserved glory, for the way he managed to transport a dead body down a spiral staircase at Fossanova. up the stairs." "You've been using that access for forty years. When you realize you're going blind and can no longer control the library, you have a plan in mind. You have a man you trust elected dean and then you first let him appoint Robert of Bobbie as librarian, because Robert can do what you want. Then Malachi needs your help and consults you in everything. You have been the librarian for forty years. The master behind the monastery. That's what the Italian group realizes, and that's what Alinardo keeps repeating. It's just that no one listens to him anymore because they think he's out of his mind. Am I right? But You're still waiting for me, and you can't block the entrance to the mirror, why are you waiting for me since the trap is inside the wall? How can you be sure I'll arrive?" William asked the question, but the tone of his voice It sounded like he already knew the answer, hoping that would be the reward for his reasoning.

"From day one, I knew you'd figure it out. By your voice, by your skillful way of leading me into an argument on a subject I didn't want to mention. You're better than anyone else, and you're bound to get it in the end Answered. You know how to read other people's minds. Then I heard you ask other monks, and they were all right. But you never asked about the library, as if you already knew about it Every secret. One night I went to the guest house to knock on your door, but you were not in the room. You must have come here. I heard from a servant that two lamps were missing in the kitchen. Finally, that day in the corridor , when Severinus came to you to talk about a book, I was sure you would find out sooner or later."

"But you managed to take the book again. You go to Malachi who knows nothing about the situation. That fool is full of jealousy and still thinks that Adelmo stole his beloved Berengar. Malachi Rachel doesn't understand what Venantius has to do with it, and you're confusing his mind. You might tell him that Berengar and Severinus are very good friends, so Berengar Give him a book from 'End of Africa' as a reward. I don't know exactly what you told him. Malachi, jealous, went to Severinu S, kill him. Then the steward arrived so suddenly that he didn't have time to find the book you described to him. Is that so?"

"About." "But you don't want Malachi dead. He probably never read 'End of Africa,' because he trusts you and respects your prohibition. He also burns herbs at night, at your command. To scare away anyone who trespasses in the library. Severinus supplied those herbs, which is why he let Malachi into the sanatorium that day. Malachi was just following the orders of the director, and went there as usual to get his daily Just prepared fresh herbs. Am I right?" "You guessed it. I didn't want Malachi dead. I told him to find the book again, by any means, and bring it back here to me, but never read it. I told him That book has the power of a thousand scorpions. Who knew that madman would have chosen to act spontaneously for the first time. I didn't want him dead, he was a loyal man. But don't repeat to me what you know, I know You know it all. I don't want to fuel your pride, you've found it all. You were very close to the truth when I heard you ask Benno about the Lascivious Siberian this morning in the office. I don't know how you found out about the mirror's secret, but when the Headmaster told me you mentioned 'Africa's End' I knew you'd be here soon.So I am here waiting for you.Now, what more do you want? "

"I'd like to see that manuscript," said William, "contains an Arabic volume, a Syriac volume, and a translation of the Lascivious Siberian. I'd like to see the Greek volume, perhaps an Arabic volume. man, or a Syrian. When you were assistant to Paul of Rimini, you found this book, arranged for it to be sent home, and collected it in Lyon and Castile. The best manuscript of the Apocalypse, a booty that has won you praise and respect in this monastery, and won you the post of librarian, which should have been given to you by Alinardo, who was ten years your senior. Take over. I want to see that Greek manuscript written on linen paper. That kind of paper was very rare in those days, and Helos, near your native Burgos, was famous for producing linen paper. You stole this This book, after reading it, hides it here to prevent others from reading it, protects it, but does not destroy it, because a person like you will not destroy a book, but only protect it. It, let no one else touch it. I want to see the second volume of Aristotle's "On Poetics", everyone believes that the book is lost, or does not exist at all. This one in your collection may It's the only one."

"You'd make a very good librarian, William," said George, with admiration and regret. "It seems you really know it all. Come, I'm sure there's a Stool? Sit. Here's your prize." William sat down and put the lamp I handed him on the table.The light illuminated the face of the blind old man from below.The old man picked up a book that lay before him and passed it to William. I recognized the binding of the book, which I had opened in the sanitarium and thought it was an Arabic manuscript. "Look, William, flip through it," said George. "You've won."

William looked at the book but did not touch it.He took out a pair of gloves from his cloak, not the ones he usually wore with his fingertips exposed, but the ones that Severinus had worn on his dying hands.Carefully he flipped through the decayed and fragile bindings.I leaned forward and looked down over his shoulder.George, who has keen hearing, heard my voice. "Are you here too, boy?" he said. "I'll show you too . . . later." William glanced at the first few pages quickly: "According to the catalogue, this is an Arabic manuscript about a certain fool's story." William said, "What is this?"

"Oh, the pagan tradition of foolishness, of fools saying wise remarks, to amaze their clergy and please their Caliph..." "The second volume is a Syriac manuscript, but according to the catalogue, it is a translation of an Egyptian alchemy manual. What is it about in this collection?" "An Egyptian work from the third century. Somewhat coherent, but less dangerous. No one is going to listen to the nonsense of an African alchemist who thinks the creation of the world is a joke of the gods...  He recited with his face turned up; for forty years he often repeated the writings he had read when he still had sight, so the memory is still very vivid, "'When God laughed, the seven gods who ruled the world were born; when he When he laughed, light appeared; when he laughed a second time, water appeared again, and on the seventh day of his laughter, the mind appeared...' Stupid. Just like those boring works later, such as "The Lustful Siberian"...but you won't be interested in that."

In fact, William quickly flipped through the first volumes and turned to the Greek.I saw at once that the papers were not the same as the previous ones, that they were thinner and softer, and that the first page was almost frayed, with part of the edge worn away, and stains from damp and age.William read the opening lines, first in Greek, then translated into Latin, and continued in that language, so that I too would know how this pivotal book begins: "In the tragedy of the first book, we saw how it had a purifying effect through the evocation of sympathy and fear. As we promised, we will now present it in comedy (including satire and buffoons), see Its absurdity, besides inspiring joy, can also achieve the purification of that passion. Since man is a laughing animal, this passion is the most worthy of consideration. We have also said in the book on the soul. We will Define the types of imitation of comic action, and then examine the methods by which comedy provokes laughter, actions and words. We will show how the absurdity of action arises from the best to worst tropes, by means of Astonishment by deceit, by impossibility, by violation of the laws of nature, by irrelevance and incoherence, by baseness of character, by the employment of comic and vulgar gestures, by dissonance, by choice among the most worthless things. Then We show again how the absurdity of speech arises from misunderstandings where the same words mean different things and different words mean the same thing, by babbling and repetition, by nicknames, by games of language, by mistakes in pronunciation, And by rude words and so on." William had trouble translating, pausing now and then to find the right words.He translated, smiling, as if seeing what he expected to find.He read the first page aloud, then stopped, as if he had no interest in knowing more, and quickly turned the pages that followed.But after turning a few pages, he couldn't turn it down smoothly, because the edges of the flimsy linen pages were stuck together, like a kind of paste formed by decaying paper and moisture. Glue them up.George realizes that the flipping has stopped and urges William to continue. "Look again. Flip through it. It's yours now. It's your prize." William laughed, as if pleased: "Then you don't really think I'm clever, George! You can't see, I've got gloves on. My fingers are so clumsy that I can't turn the pages." Separated. I should have taken off my gloves and wet my fingers on my tongue, as I did this morning when I read in my office, and so I suddenly understood those mysterious deaths. I should have read like that until I ate A considerable amount of poison. The poison I am speaking of was taken by you from Severinus' laboratory some day long ago. Perhaps you were worried then, because you heard someone in the office curiously Talk of 'End of Africa' or the lost Aristotle book, or both.I believe you have kept the poison for a long time, planning to use it when you perceive danger.A few days ago, when Venantius brought up the subject again, and when the indiscreet and vain Berengar violated the prohibition of secrecy in order to please Adelmo, you felt that the moment of danger had come.So here you come and lay your trap—in time, so to speak, for after a few nights Venantius enters, steals the book, and reads it eagerly.Before long he felt so ill that he went downstairs to the kitchen for help, and there he died.Did I said wrong thing? " "It's not wrong, let's go on." ※Bandhammer School の Jing School E Book※ "The rest is very simple. Berengar found the body of Venantius in the kitchen, and in order not to be questioned, he revealed the secret of the book he had shown Adelmo, and carried the body out. Throw it into the vat of pig's blood, thinking everyone will believe that Venantius was drowned." "How do you know this is what happened?" "You know it yourself. I saw your reaction when they found the blood-stained cloth in Berenga's room. After that foolish man threw Venantius's body into the pig's blood vat, So he wiped his hands with the cloth. But since Berengar was missing, he must have been curious about the book, so it must be with him. You expect him to be found somewhere, not by Killed, but poisoned. The rest is obvious. Severinus found the book, because Berengar first ran to the sanatorium to read it in order to avoid others. Malachi, instigated by you Go to the laboratory and kill Severinus, then come back here, trying to find out what dark secrets are contained in the forbidden book that made him a murderer, and he died too. So all the corpses are there Explaining... how stupid..." "Who?" "I. Because of Alinardo's words, I believe that this series of crimes followed the sequence of the seven trumpets of the Apocalypse. Adelmo was connected with Hail, but he died by suicide; Venan Thius died in the sea of ​​blood, but it was Berengar's strange idea; The Globe is a weapon Malachi picks up; finally Malachi mentions the scorpions before he dies... why did you tell him that the book had the power of a thousand scorpions?" "That's because of you. Alinardo told me his thoughts, and then I heard someone say that you think this statement is very credible... I also believe that there is a god's plan that is guiding These deaths, therefore, are not my fault. I told Malaki that if he too became curious, according to the same god's plan, misfortune would happen to him, and he died." "So... I conceived a false pattern that explained the motives of the perpetrator, and put the criminal into that pattern. However, it was the same false pattern that led me to track you down. Everyone is Interested in John's Revelation, and you are the one who thinks about it the most, partly because of your musings about Antichrist, and partly because your hometown is famous for making the best Revelation. One day a certain I was personally told that you brought the most beautiful manuscripts in this library. Then, another day, Alinardo murmured about a mysterious enemy sent to Hiros to find the books (when he said that the enemy My curiosity was raised when returning to the dark realm too early, at first I thought it was referring to the man he said died young, but apparently he meant you were blind). And Helos was close to Burgos. Today In the morning, in the catalog, I found a series of new books acquired during the period when you took over or will take over from Paul of Rimini, all of them are "Revelation" in Spanish. In this group of new books, there are also This book was included. But I was not sure about my theory until I learned that the stolen book was made of linen paper. Then I remembered Helos, and I was even more sure. Naturally, when this As the book and its virulent concept took shape, the notion of the Apocalypse model began to crumble. While I don't understand why the continuation of both the book and the sound of the trumpet is pointing to you, I've gotten closer to what that book is about. I know, because I have to think of you over and over again, and the 'laugh' debate while being guided by the Apocalypse mode. So, tonight, I stopped believing in the Apocalypse mode and stuck with the surveillance The stables. And in the stables, quite by accident, Adso reminded me of the key to 'End of Africa'." "I don't quite understand what you mean," said George. "You proudly explained to me how you followed your reasoning to track me down, and then you said you got here by a wrong reasoning. What on earth do you What do you want to say to me?" "I have nothing to say to you. I'm just playing tricks. But that doesn't matter, I'm here anyway." "God has sounded the seventh trumpet. And you, even in your mistakes, have heard the echo of that trumpet." "You mentioned this in your admonition yesterday evening. You tried to convince yourself that this whole thing was planned by a god to hide the fact that you were a murderer." "I didn't kill anyone. Each of them died due to a sinful fate, and I was just a tool." "Yesterday you said Judas was a tool. That didn't save him from hell." "I take the risk of going to hell, and God will forgive me, because he knows I'm doing it all for his glory. My job is to protect the library." "A few minutes ago you were going to kill me too, and this child..." "You are shrewder, but not better than others." "Now that I've avoided the trap, what's next?" "Let's see," George replied. "I don't want you to die. I might be able to persuade you. But first, tell me how you guessed it was a continuation of Aristotle?" "Your argument about 'laughing', or what I've heard from other people, is not enough for me. I didn't understand the meaning of those words at first, but there's a reference to a shameless stone rolled across the plain, and The cicada sings from the ground, and the venerable fig tree. I have seen these descriptions, and I have confirmed them these past few days. Those are the sentences quoted by Aristotle in the first book of "On Poetics". Then I I also remembered that Isidore of Seville defined comedy as a kind of immoral love... Gradually, I affirmed the existence of the second book, and its content also took shape in my mind. I You don't have to read the pages that were meant to poison me to tell you what's in the book. Comedy comes from the countryside, a joyful celebration after a big feast. There are no great and powerful people in comedy, but some humble people. The story, it will not end with the death of the leading actor. It achieves comic effect by showing the defects and ills of ordinary people. Aristotle clarified here that the tendency to laugh is a force for good, and at the same time There may also be instructive value. Through witty riddles and unexpected metaphors, although its meaning is different from the way it is expressed, as if it were lying, it actually prompts us to consider their content in more detail. , makes us say: 'Ah, so many things are like this, I didn't know before. The truth is shown through the narrative of the performer, and the world is worse than we believe, worse than heroism, tragedy, The lives of the saints show worse.' That's the gist of it, isn't it?" "Pretty close. Did you deduce it from reading other books?" "Many were studied by Venantius before his death. I believe Venantius has been looking for this book for some time. He must have seen the instructions in the table of contents that I have seen, and am sure that this is the The book he was looking for. But he didn't know how to get into Africa's End. When he heard Berengar mention it to Adelmo, he was like a dog following the trail of a hare." "Exactly. I understood right away. I realized that the time had come for me to defend the library to the death..." "So you put poison on the book. It must be hard work...in total darkness." "My hands have seen more than your eyes so far. I took a brush from Severinus, and I wore gloves. It's a good idea, isn't it? It took a long time to figure it out..." I realized with a shudder that these two men, facing each other in a life-and-death conflict, were now loving each other, as if each acted only to be applauded by the other.I thought of the tactics that Berenga used to seduce Adelmo, and the passion and desire that the girl aroused in me. The simplicity and naturalness of the action was nothing compared with the crazy tricks and ingenuity that people use to conquer their opponents. The seductive action I witnessed at one moment was nothing less than worlds apart.This action was laid out for seven days. The two opponents made a mysterious date with each other, secretly inciting each other to agree, fear each other, and hate each other. "Now please tell me," said William, "why? Why do you not protect other books, but this one alone? Why do you hide treatises on magic, which may blaspheme the name of God, etc. , and for this book you would destroy your brother, and thus yourself? There are many other books that speak of comedy, of laughter. Why should this alone frighten you?" "Because it was written by Aristotle. Every book written by this man destroys a part of the accumulated knowledge of Christianity through the centuries. The priests give various examples of the power of the Word, but Roman philosophy Boethius only needs to quote Aristotle, and the Word becomes a poor poem of human categories and inferences. "Genesis" talks about the composition of the universe, but in Aristotle's "Natural Sciences", it is Pointing out that the world was made of something dark and muddy. We know the divine name of all things, while the St. Dominic friar that Abel buried - seduced by Aristotle - followed the arrogance of the theory of nature Ways, and rename them. Then the universe becomes the evidence of the earth, and they call it the abstract agent. Before, we used to look up to the sky, and occasionally frowning at the mire; now we look down on the earth, and because of the testimony of the earth, we believe .Aristotle overturned the image of the world with every word, and now even the saints and prophets curse him. But he didn't overturn the image of God. If this book will become... an object of public commentary , we have crossed the final line." "In the discussion of laughter, why are you frightened? Even if you can eliminate this book, you can't eliminate the laughter!" "True. But laughter is the weakness, corruption, and stupidity of our flesh. It's the pastime of the rednecks, the license of the drunkard. Even if the church itself permits revelry, festivals, this catharsis, which makes one ignore the blasphemy of other desires and ambitions ...Laughter is still humble, it is the guardian of the common fools, and the mysterious slander of the common people. The apostle also said: Joy is better than burning. Laughter violates the order established by God. After the meal, the wine is full When you're full, enjoy the vile satire. Elect the king of fools, lose yourself in the ceremony of the donkey and the pig, play tricks in the carousing ... But here, here,"--George tapped his finger on the table, approaching Where the book opened in front of William's eyes - "Here the function of laughter is reversed, it is elevated to an art, a door to the world that the wise will open, it becomes a thing of philosophy, and false theology... Yesterday You have also witnessed the most horrific heresies that simple men can conceive and carry out, denying the laws of God and the laws of nature. But the church copes with the heresies of fools because they condemn themselves and are ruined by their own ignorance. Dorsey The ignorant insanity of a Noah will never be a crisis in a holy order. He will preach violence, die of violence, leave no trace, be consumed like the end of a feast, at the celebration of the Epiphany It doesn't matter if the whole world is turned upside down for a while. As long as these actions don't turn into plans, only the vulgar words are not translated into Latin. Laughter saves the villain from the fear of the devil, because in this fool's orgy, The devil also appears pathetic and stupid, and therefore manageable. But this book may teach one to think that it is wise to let go of the fear of the devil. When the wine rolls down the villain's throat, he laughs and feels that he is the master, because he Inverted himself and the monarch. But this book can teach scholars to make this inversion legal. The operation of the abdomen becomes the operation of the brain. It is proper to laugh at people, but Symbolizes the limitations of us sinners. But from this book, there are many corrupt minds who will draw extreme inferences, and laughter is the goal of people! Laughter can save fools from fear. But the basis of the law is fear, in other words It is the fear of God. This book knocks out the devil's spark, and a new flame rises for the whole world. Laughter is defined as a new technology to eliminate fear. Even Prometheus (Annotation: Greek mythology) The giant in the story, who stole the fire from the sky for mankind, was punished and tied to a rock on the Caucasus Mountains, and his liver was eaten by birds every day) and he didn’t know it. When the fools laughed, they didn’t even care about death. But when that moment passed, he feared death again, according to the divine plan. From this book, a destructive new purpose may arise to destroy death. What would become of us sinners without fear? For centuries, scholars We extol the divine knowledge of redemption, through lofty thought, that misery and allurement are base. And this book - holds that comedy is a panacea, which produces emotional purification through the practice of flaws, mistakes, and weaknesses Effect--will induce hypocritical scholars to try to redeem the nobility by the practices of the devil, through the acceptance of baseness. ThisThis book also raises the hope of waiting for work at leisure, but we must not have such hopes.Look at the young monks who shamelessly read "The Lascivious Siberian." The Bible has taken a diabolical turn!Yet as they read, they also know that it is evil.It's just that when Aristotle's words justify these absurd imaginations, the irony that was originally worthless leaps to the center, and the original central meaning disappears.From the time when the new people will be a horde of devils from the depths of hell, when the fringes of the known world will be the center of the Christian empire, and Almaspeus shall sit on Peter's throne, and Bremeis preside over the monastery, The library is run by some protruding midgets!The servants legislate, and we (you included) must obey.A Greek philosopher (quoted by your Aristotle, a shameless accomplice) said that the seriousness of an enemy must be dispelled by laughter, which is the opposite of seriousness.Our cautious ancestors made the choice.If laughter is the joy of the common people, the privilege of the common people must be curtailed and humiliated, and threatened with severity.The common people have no weapons to refine their laughter unless they regard it as a tool against seriousness.Seriousness is the shepherd of the spirit, leading them to eternal life and saving them from food and lust.But if one day someone quotes Aristotle, and thus speaks like a philosopher, raising the weapons of laughter to arcane weapons, if the rhetoric of conviction is replaced by the rhetoric of mockery, if the long-established The image of the Atonement is suddenly destroyed—oh, and you, William, and all your knowledge will be wiped out on that day! " "Why? I will cooperate with other people's wit. It's better than a world with Bernard Guy's fire and iron and humiliating Dorsino's fire and iron." "At that time, you yourself will be caught up in the schemes of the devil. You will be fighting for the other side in Armageddon. But on that day, the church has once again laid down the rules in this conflict Blasphemy does not frighten us, for we recognize the image of the Lord even in God's curse, cursing the angel of rebellion. We are not afraid of the violence that kills the priest in the name of reformation, for that is the same that wants to destroy Israel. We are not afraid of the sternness of the Donatistes, the mad suicides of the Sikkenseliones, the lusts of the Bogomyrs, the proud purity of the Albigensians, the blood of the Self-flagellations needs, the wicked madness of the Brotherhood of Free Spirits. We know them, and we know their sinful roots, which are also our holy roots. We are not afraid, and, above all, we know how to destroy them—know how to make them free. Destroyed, arrogant to the point of death-will. In fact, I would say that their presence is precious to us, enshrined in God's plan, because their sins promote our morality, and their curses inspire The tune of our praises, their undisciplined penances order our sacrifices, their ungodliness makes our piety shine. As the prince of darkness is necessary, with his treachery the glory of God shines brighter , the beginning and the end of all hopes. But if one day--the common people are no longer exempt, and the scholars devote themselves to the indestructible testimony of the Bible--the art of irony is accepted by all, and seems noble and free, No more mechanization. If one day someone could say (and hear others say): 'It makes me laugh that God came down to be Christ.' We'd have no weapon against that blasphemy that would call upon the darkness of the flesh strength!" "The Baghdad politician, Lekel Gaz, specially ordered the erection of a statue that makes people laugh." "You read this anecdote in Clauritian's Treatise, a book that only seeks to absolve the sin of impiety, about a physician who heals a sick man by making him laugh. If a person's time has come, what is the need to heal him?" "I don't believe the doctor treated him, he just taught the patient to laugh when he was sick." "Illness cannot be expelled, only destroyed." "The patient's body was also destroyed?" "If necessary." ※Bandhammer Academyの精学E Book※ "You are such a devil." William couldn't help saying. George didn't seem to understand.Had he been able to see, I'd say he'd stared at his opponent with puzzled eyes. "Me?" he said. "Yes. They lied to you. The devil is not the prince of matter, the devil is the arrogance of the spirit, the faith without a smile, the truth that never feels any doubt. The devil is cold because he knows where he is going, in In action, he always returns to where he came from. You are a devil, and like a devil you live in darkness. If you try to convince me, you fail. I hate you, George, and if I could, I'd make You're naked with a feather in your ass and your face painted like a juggling clown, and I'll take you downstairs, across the courtyard, and let all the monks laugh at you and never be afraid again. I'm gonna be all over you Coat you with honey, let you roll over a pile of feathers, and take you to the market with a rope, and say to everyone: He is proclaiming the truth to you, and telling you that the truth tastes like death, don't believe his words , just believe in His harshness. Now I tell you that in the vortex of infinite possible things, God also allows you to imagine a world in which the interpreter of truth is just a clumsy crow repeating that long ago never What scholars have said." "You're worse than the devil, Brother Manoret," said George. "You're a clown, the clown the saints gave you life. You're like your St. puts gold nuggets in the hands of the miser, confounds him, repeats the prayers of the beggars, humiliates the offerings of the nuns, and holds a piece of wood, imitating the movements of the violinist. He pretends to be a vagabond Han, defrauding ecstatic monks, throwing themselves naked into the snow, talking to animals and plants, turning the mysteries of the nativity into a village scene, imitating the cry of sheep calling the sheep of Bethlehem... that's a good sect Is not Brother Diotissavius ​​of Florence a Brother Menorit?" "Yes." William smiled. "He went to the monastery and said he would not accept food unless they gave him a piece of St. After killing him, he wiped his ass with it, threw it into the dung heap, and stirred it with a stick in the dung heap, crying: 'Oh, help me, brothers, for I throw the relics of the saints away Into the piss!'" “显然你觉得这个故事很有趣。说不定你还想告诉我关于另一个麦诺瑞特修士，保罗·米勒莫须的事吧；有一天他在冰上躺了下来；他的同市市民们嘲笑他，还有一个人问他为什么不去躺在一个较舒服的地方，他回答说：是的，你的妻子……那就是你和你的兄弟追寻真理的方式。” “圣方济格便是如此教人们由另一个方向去探讨事物。” “但我们给予他们纪律。昨天你也见到了他们，他们已恢复了我们的阶级，他们说话不再像一般单纯的人。单纯的人必不可说话。这本书会使人以为一般单纯的人也有表达智慧的伶牙俐齿，这必须被阻止，也就是我所做的。你说我是魔鬼，那不是真的，我是上帝的手。” “上帝的手只会创造，不会遮掩。” ※棒槌学堂の精校E书※ “为了不可越界，才会有界线。天命让特定的纸张上记载了这些文字。” “上帝也创造了怪物，还有你。他希望任何事物都被表白。” 佐治伸出颤抖的双手，把那本书拉回他眼前。他让它摊开，倒转过来，因此威廉仍正视着书页。 “那么，”他说，“为什么它允许这本书遗失了那么久，只留下一本，而这惟一的抄本又落在不懂希腊文的异教徒手中不知几年，然后又被弃置在一所旧图书室的秘室里，直至我找到它，又将它藏了许多年？我知道，仿佛我亲眼看见它被一字一句地写出来，用我的眼睛，看着你们看不见的东西。我知道这是上帝的意愿，所以我采取行动，解译它。以圣父、圣子和圣灵之名。”