• Man Of Letters In his time of dying, the monk tried to learn the language of God. “I fear this may be blasphemy,” the abbot said, and shivered. It was a sunny day for January, and Cyril had chosen to work in the orangery rather than the scriptorium. “I believe if God does not wish his tongue to […] No responses March 4, 2015
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