Maître PoitevinMixed feelings! I, Clemens, sitting at Notker’s desk as guest of St Gall, may I suppose in the course of my narrative speak of such. I candidly confess that in the argumentation between Grigorss and Gregorius I was altogether on the side of my friend the Abbot and found his reasons excellent, whereas in my opinion his foster-child talked like a greenhorn. What he learned about his sinful connexions, instead of urging him out into the world, should have been just what would make him cling gratefully to the refuge open to him and remain faithful to the priestly order. Therein, by all human reckoning, his father in God was perfectly right and only too well justified in his warning that upon the youth’s venturesome spirit and wandering into the world nothing good, yes, perhaps s
