'I said he had told lies of me, and that was harm.
'It was after dinner. The holy man was flushed. He turned purple.
'"Why do you abuse monks in your books?" he said.
'"I spoke of your order," I answered. "I did not mention you. You denounced me by name as a friend of Luther."
'He raged like a madman. "You are the cause of all this trouble," he said; "you are a chameleon, you can twist everything."
'"You see what a fellow he is," said I, turning to the rector. "If it comes to calling names, why I can do that too; but let us be reasonable."
'He still roared and cursed; he vowed he would never rest till he had destroyed Luther.
'I said he might curse Luther till he burst himself if he pleased. I complained of his cursing me.
'He answered, that if I did not agree with Luther, I ought to say so, and write against him.
'"Why should I?" urged I. "The quarrel is none of mine. Why should I irritate Luther against me, when he has horns and knows how to use them?"