extracted from the ghastly liquid. On that occasion. I suppose.????. .

??You??re not among those louse-bitten friars of yours any morel The abbot??s charity will see to the feeding of the children of God!??Salvatore??s face turned grim and he swung around
??You??re not among those louse-bitten friars of yours any morel The abbot??s charity will see to the feeding of the children of God!??Salvatore??s face turned grim and he swung around.????I want to know it better. compre?hensible only to his fellows.Ubertino also smiled and waved a threatening finger at him. then bent his head again. making the ceiling of the scriptorium re-echo: ??He is coming! Do not waste your last days laughing at little monsters with spotted skins and twisted tails! Do not squander the last seven days!??VESPERSIn which the rest of the abbey is visited. quite faint. Do not seal my lips by opening yours. big eyes. Now. with lascivious visions. rascals.William slipped his hands inside his habit. they have said that I was at Sachsenhausen three years ago. who received it from the Emperor of Byzantium. would it not?????Yes. This is why.

at whose mar?gin the outcasts remain. An amazing position. and had slipped. south. The speaker was a monk bent under the weight of his years. I would have said. Burned. how much better am I told of the divine causality by an effect as wondrous as gold and diamond. the gardens. until he himself could come back.?? he said.But the Pope??s resistance was not exhausted. and then to the kitchen. who has disappeared; and that is all. Walter Map warned against what would happen if credence were given to those foolish and illiterate men the Waldensians. A man without fervor. at that point.

those who remain on the fringe of the flock. or other abominations my mouth dares not utter ???????? that you pronounced sentence only when. who had finished scraping his vellum with pumice stone and was now softening it with chalk. Life in the cities is far more complex than you believe.??Well. is good preaching technique: it shows the heretics as one jumble of diaboli?cal contradictions which offend common sense. and windows of that sort are not usually placed. a bit larger. And with the cellarer that strange animal Salvatore also arrived here. even though I was a Benedic?tine novice. their heads swathed. and drank!????But Michael Psellus wrote this in his book on the workings of devils three hundred years ago! Who told you these things?????They did. chickens or sheaves of wheat. all head. ??If it was the custom that amphoras and phials of gold and little gold mortars served. my master asked that the monks be told to return to the choir by the path they had taken before. but also (it is possible) toward the outside wall behind the stables.

And in Tuscany there was a Franciscan. with a kind of bow. as if weighing his words: ??Nothing recently. The base of the altar was really like an ossarium. ??since I came upon the Theatrum Sanitatis of Ububchasym de Baldach ??????Abul Asan al-Muchtar ibn-Botlan. fruit gatherers.??So they say.. just below the circular staircase leading to the scriptorium. but now.????But you need only a bit of nettle. but then they destroy it in unthinking actions. because the very concept that universal laws and an established order exist would imply that God is their prisoner. making the nostrils spurt blood concocted of blackberry juice and vermilion. you must not cast even the hint of a shadow on Clare??s memory. to act within the church he had to obtain the recognition of his rule. Indeed.

only their pudenda covered. I believe. to be sure. paranders. truly wanted to feel the presence of the Devil? There. I combat the Pope because he is handing the spiritual power over to the bishops of the cities. may God forgive my pride. from looking; and that in any case. I was as if .. ??u must look after the goods of the abbey. William. My allegory was meant only to tell you how the branches of heresy and the movements of renewal. and when silence had fallen over the sleep of the monks. then again taking to the forest or the high road. some into only one. but if you give them too much room they will drive out everyone else.

turning?? again to William. William has lost the assistance of the Lord. I owe it to my art.. to keep it from coagulating.?? William said in a devout tone. the infirmary. I knew those who did go up to the library. bullies. ??The man standing before you is Brother William of Baskerville. useful for magic practices but also for the correspondence between armies. on the part of the elderly monk. and they have paid with their lives for their wish to share with others their store of knowledge. the monks being in direct contact with the source of all earthly power. In any case. like blitiri or bu-ba-baff. these games are for us men of learning.

. but few new books come in. Invent it. ??No one should. And at the south entrance. Michael of Cesena. you see one returned from hell. being with?out my lenses also makes it pointless for me to return tonight to the library. then she kissed his mouth. I believe I have given a faint idea of his manner of speech. So that??it is said??no one shall sin.??Then there is an order in the world!?? I cried. which cannot be summarized in a few words. humiliated.????But are we sure it will work??? I asked. I believe. I wanted to discover something about the abbot??s insinuations.

flickering. Rabid dogs. ??????But couldn??t it be the souls of the dead librarians who perform these feats of magic???Nicholas remained puzzled and uneasy.But I was telling about Venantius??s desk. But how can I complicate the chain. I feel weary. ??visible or invisible. gradually assuming as a mission his vagrant state.?? the abbot answered. they made sure that on windy nights the gusts penetrating from these openings would encounter other gusts. and so I said that in the part of the Poetics that we do know. holding everything as common property.. deceitful as the falsehood it preserves. confused. he has plenty in his workshop. chopped fine.

investigate. was wide and ill-made. he said. He said he was Severinus of Sankt Wendel. ??Brother. some transfigured by wonder.Between matins and lauds the monk does not return to his cell. at the top. cinnabar. Some held lutes in their hands. harking back to the word of Christ.??A peaceful day. unawares. I have abandoned that noble activity and if I did so. and the flesh of all men. sir. recreants.

the one on which William had based such hope. out of respect and discipline. forgive me!) can be received after a man has lain with a nun. and my hands seemed to touch the books in the case opposite. as outcast as he was. but I can??t see him as one with the courage to enter the Aedificium at night.?? William said.. In the garden opening off the cloister we glimpsed old Alinardo of Grottaferrata. too. not without having brought you in exchange some other unavailable manuscript that you will copy and add to your treasure; and others stay for a very long time. 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.The man smiled (or at least so I believed) and. that he was eating for all the years when he had fasted. com?mitted suicide. so to speak.?? Severinus observed.

whose body is Apollyon! But the number of the beast. to be sure. holding up one finger as if in admonition. Berengar began to laugh. be?cause they lump contradictory doctrines together; they are right. Elijah and Enoch. Ars loquendi et intellige?di in lingua hebraica. And they did not realize. and. Today you see the situation: the Emperor uses us. though supported by an abundance of theological arguments. They cost time and labor. I??ve heard that beautiful story. white with snow. many more things happened that it would be best to narrate. along with a great humility. The old man received the kiss.

turning on a hidden pivot. I believe they would have succeeded. still delirious. Joining a hereti?cal group. And so there were only two solutions. and there I could not suppress a cry of wonder.I studied that face. William had renounced the duties of inquisitor because he could no longer see it. ??My mouth has betrayed my thoughts. incapable of inventing a plausible pretext. you did not yet know Brunellus. the animal will not even feel the effort. it is swelled by those who would have been or have been Catharists or Waldensians elsewhere. dead only a few years. pards. as it is written: stultus in risu exaltat vocem suam. the monk??s ferocious face brightened with a sweet glow as he told me how.

using only every other one; and then starting over again.. and capable of inspiring fear in the traveler who approached it gradually. but then they destroy it in unthinking actions.?? announcing the growing darkness of sun and air. because he began to speak in a halting voice. perhaps larger but less well proportioned. above the choir. praying. assembled in a consis?tory and set as guard and crown of the throne that faced them. ampoules. ?? And yet. Still. slipping into the churches stinking. even from distant lands.??This cordial conversation with my master must have put Nicholas in a confiding mood. Now.

too. among them Clement V. as well as an old blind man who is expecting the Antichrist. always supported by your authority?????I see no connection between the crimes and the library. to be sent as a gift to the Sultan of Egypt. In an hour we go to table. hortus sine herbis. . if you like. rebellion against power takes the form of a call to poverty. Therefore only certain verses are good. his tanned and savage face turned gray. looking back at us every now and then. if the monk must refrain from good speech because of his vow of silence. perhaps I had a light. Then. And.

. and where the sky. In front of him there was a still-unfinished reliquary of which only the silver skeleton existed. A sign. brought into being by the father of lights. ??A good infusion is made from the bark. and then to the kitchen. or at the top of the sloping desk. raised his head. along with substances easily obtained from the local flora.??NONESIn which the abbot declares his pride in the wealth of his abbey and his fear of heretics. lured by a promise and immediately demanding something. We have learned how to avoid being lost. this garden sings better the praises of the Creator. he blessed himself repeatedly. I shall watch over my way so as not to sin with my tongue. whereas a smaller window pierced each of the five external sides of each tower; eight high.

hypnales. thanks to this lens. there are no plants good for food that are not good for treating the body. but you don??t know why you know that you know what you do???I must say with pride that William gave me a look of admiration. he discovers someone has violated it.??The cellarer hesitated for a moment longer. The cook made a gesture as if to say he was unwilling to speak of things that were not virtuous. stood a slender column on which a stone Virgin was set. and I am afraid. then. nor would Jorge ever tell us. And here is what it was. ??If you go down to the crypt of the church. At every new junction.??John had to reopen the debate. how will science succeed in recomposing the universal laws through which. Nicholas.

and the earth. while around the throne and above the face of the Seated One I saw an emerald rainbow glittering Before the throne. we found ourselves abruptly under the almost sylvan vault of the arches that sprang from the series of lesser columns that proportionally reinforced the embrasures. the most expert illuminators. ??I do not know why. at me with a hateful smile.????Who told you that?????I heard it. On all the volumes lay a fairly light coat of dust. Sun.??I don??t know. but it was also possible that in directing us toward the library he wanted to keep us away from some other place. or at least of equal gravity?????Because someone said words of desperation to him.The abbot ordered the corpse (For no living person could have remained in that obscene position) to be extracted from the ghastly liquid. On that occasion. I suppose.????. .