I thought the monk would be furious, but unexpectedly he spat on the ground, showing no clerical demeanor at all.
He pursed his lips and said solemnly to me: "Hey, sir, I wish I could sink all the Pauline Order monks to the bottom of the Rhine River. I've often thought of setting the monastery on fire and converting to Islam. When I was fifteen, my parents forced me to wear this damned robe so that my wretched, accursed brother could get a bigger share of the estate. The monastery is full of envy, intrigue, and madness. I preach haphazardly to earn a bit of money, half of which is deducted by the dean, and the rest spent on women. Every time I return to the monastery in the evening, thinking about these things, I wish I could smash my head against the bedroom wall and die. You think I'm lucky only because you don't understand the dirty secrets behind it all."
