I threw off my cassock and rolled up my sleeves. He shouted:
"Not that way! Take off your trousers! With your feet!"
"I haven't taken a bath for a long time," I said.
"Who asked you about that?"
"How can I, then, with dirty feet?"
"Am I your pupil," he roared, "or are you mine?"
He had a large mouth, and strong, broad teeth, and long arms, which he waved angrily in the air.
"Well," I thought, "the devil take you; I don't care."
I wiped my feet with a wet cloth, stepped into the kneading trough and began to work the dough, while my teacher ran here and there, grumbling.
"I will teach you to bend, my little mother's son. I will teach you humility and obedience!"