Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Word was ...

A young monk arrives at the monastery.   He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church by handHe notices, however, that all of the monks are copying from copies, not from the original manuscript.

So, the new monk goes to the head abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up!  In fact, that error would be continued in all of  the subsequent copies.

He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years.  Hours go by and nobody sees the old abbot.   So, the young monk gets worried and goes down to look for him.  He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing.
We missed  the R !
      We missed  the 
R !

We  missed the R !'

His  forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably.  The young monk asks the old abbot, 'What's wrong, father?'

With a choking voice, the old abbot replies, 'The  word was...


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