"Poor Brother Abelard - the evensong sounded like a pack of wounded dogs."
"Leave him be, Brother Martin, it’s not his fault the man can’t sing!"
MONKS monks monks.
We’re doing Luther in my Reformation class right now, and I’ve got monks on my mind! Don’t worry about Brother Abelard - Martin and Donald are actually his good friends, and he’s good at other things, like illuminating manuscripts. It’s a good thing glasses were just invented though!