Abbot— Sit down, Benedict.
Father Benedict—You think I'd sit down with these things
spread here, (With a wave toward the manuscripts.)
And Christ thrust yonder in the little niche?
Not while I have in mind the first Psalm.
Abbot— Yet
You seem to have forgotten what αγαπαω means,
As found in that third chapter of St. John.
(He lays his parchment upon the table and reaches over and takes a book from the pile at his right.)
Father Benedict—Not while I have in mind the first Psalm.
Abbot— (Turning over the leaves of the book.)
If
You thought more of the Gospels—
Father Benedict—-(Sarcastically.) As heathens do.
Abbot—What is it to be a heathen? Is it not
To act unchristlike?
Father Benedict— What is it to be a dog?
Oswald—I did not say that Father was a—