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>> Brie Carlisle: Values today well be

continuing.

Les Miserables by Victor

Hugo chapter

three mother innocent

about a quarter of an hour elapsed. The

prioress returned and seated herself once more on her

chair. The two interlocutors seemed

preoccupied. We will present a

stenographic report of the dialogue which then ensued

to the best of our ability.

>> Brie Carlisle: Father Fauver, Reverend

Motherhood do you know the chapel? I

have a little cage there where I hear the mass

in the offices.

>> Brie Carlisle: And you have been in the choir in pursuance of

your duties two or three times.

There is a stone to be raised.

>> Brie Carlisle: Heavy, the slab of the pavement

which.

>> Brie Carlisle: Is at the side of the altar.

>> Brie Carlisle: The slab which closes the vault.

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes.

>> Brie Carlisle: It will be a good thing to have two men for it.

>> Brie Carlisle: Mother Ascension, who is as strong as a man, will help

you.

>> Brie Carlisle: A woman is never a man.

>> Brie Carlisle: We have only a woman here to help you.

Each one does what he can because

Domibilen gives 417 epistles

of St. Bernard, while Merlinus

Horstius only gives

367. I do not

despise Merlinus Horstius. Neither do

I merit consists of and working

according to ones strength. A, cloister is not

a dockyard.

>> Brie Carlisle: And a woman is not a man. But

my brother is a strong one, though.

>> Brie Carlisle: And can you get a lever?

>> Brie Carlisle: That is the only sort of key that fits that sort of

door.

>> Brie Carlisle: There is a ring in the stone.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will put the lever through it.

>> Brie Carlisle: And the stone is so arranged that it swings on a

pivot.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is good, Reverend Mother. I will open the

vault and the.

>> Brie Carlisle: Four mother precentors will help you.

>> Brie Carlisle: And when the vault is open, it.

>> Brie Carlisle: Must be closed again.

>> Brie Carlisle: Will that be all?

>> Brie Carlisle: No, give me your orders.

>> Brie Carlisle: Very, Reverend mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: Oh, there. We have confidence in you.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am here to do anything you.

>> Brie Carlisle: Wish and to hold your peace about everything.

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes, Reverend Mother. When the vault is

open, I will close it again.

>> Brie Carlisle: But before that.

>> Brie Carlisle: What, Reverend Motherhood?

>> Brie Carlisle: Something must be lowered into it. A

silence ensued. The prioress, after a

pout of the upper lip, which resembled hesitation, broke

it. Father Fauver.

>> Brie Carlisle: Reverend Mother, you know that a mother died

this morning? No.

>> Brie Carlisle: Did you not hear the bell?

>> Brie Carlisle: Nothing can be heard at the bottom of the garden.

>> Brie Carlisle: Really?

>> Brie Carlisle: I can hardly distinguish my own signal.

>> Brie Carlisle: She died at daybreak.

>> Brie Carlisle: And then the wind did not blow in my direction this

morning.

>> Brie Carlisle: It was Mother Crucifixion. A blessed

woman. The prioress

paused, moved her lips as though in mental

prayer, and resumed. Three years

ago, Madame de Bethune, a

Jansenist, turned orthodox merely

from having seen Mother crucifixion at prayer.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ah, yes. Now I hear the knell. Reverend

motherhood.

>> Brie Carlisle: The mothers have taken her to the dead room, which opens on the

church.

>> Brie Carlisle: I know no other man than you.

>> Brie Carlisle: Can or must enter that chamber. See

to that. A fine sight it would be to see a

man enter the dead room more often.

Hey. More often. What

do you say?

>> Brie Carlisle: I say more often. More often

than what, Reverend Mother? I did not say

more often than what? I said more

often.

>> Brie Carlisle: I dont understand you. Why do you

say more often?

>> Brie Carlisle: In order to speak like you, Reverend Mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: But I did not say more often.

At that moment. 09:00 struck

at, 09:00 in the morning and at all

hours, praised and adored be the most

holy sacrament of the altar, said the

prioress.

>> Brie Carlisle: Amen, said Fauchelevert.

>> Brie Carlisle: The clock struck opportunely. It cut more

often short. It is probable that had it not

been for this, the prioress and Fauchelevent would never have

unraveled that Skein. Fauchelevert mopped his

forehead.

The prioress indulged in another little inward

murmur. Probably sacred then

raised her voice. In her lifetime,

Mother Crucifixion made converts after

her death. She will perform miracles. She

will, replied Father Fauchelevert, falling into

step and striving not to flinch again.

Father Fauvert, the community has been blessed in mother

crucifixion. No doubt. It is

not granted to everyone to die like Cardinal de

Brulle. All sang the holy mass and

breathe forth their souls to God while pronouncing

these words, henc I

oblatium. But without attaining

such happiness, Mother crucifixions

death was very precious. She retained her

consciousness to the very last moment. She

spoke to us. Then she spoke to the angels.

She gave us her last commands. If you had a

little more faith, and if you could have been in her

cell, she would have cured your leg merely by touching

it. She smiled. We felt that

she was regaining her life in God. There was something

of paradise in that death.

Fauchelebert thought that it was neurisyn which she was

finishing. Amen, said

he. Father, Fauvert, what the dead

wish must be done. The prioress took

off several beads of her chaplet. Fauchelevert held his

peace. She went on. I have

consulted upon this point many ecclesiastics

labouring in our Lord, who occupy themselves

in the exercises of the clerical life and who

bear wonderful fruit.

>> Brie Carlisle: Reverend Mother, you can hear the knell much better here

than in the garden.

>> Brie Carlisle: Besides, she is more than a dead woman.

She is a saint, like yourself, Reverend

Mother. She slept in her coffin for

20 years by express permission of our

Holy Father Pius VII, the one

who crowned.

>> Brie Carlisle: The imp Bonaparte.

>> Brie Carlisle: For a clever man like Fauchelever, this

illusion was an awkward one. Fortunately, the

prioress, completely absorbed in her own thoughts, did not hear

it. She continued, Father

Fauver.

>> Brie Carlisle: Reverend Mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: Saint Didyrus, archbishop of

Cappadocia, desired that this single word might

be inscribed on his tomb. Achorus,

which signifies the worm of the earth.

This was done. Is this true?

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes, Reverend Mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: The blessed Mazukain, habit of Achilla,

wished to be buried beneath the gallows. This

was done. That is true.

St. Terentius, bishop of port,

where the mouth of the Tiber empties into the sea,

requested that on his tomb might be

engraved the sign which was placed on the graves of

parasites in the hope that passersby

would spit on his tomb. This was

done. The dead must be obeyed.

So be it. The body of Bernard

Gidanus, born in France, near

Rochebel, was as he had ordered.

And in spite of the king of Castile, born to

the church of the Dominicans in the merges. Although

Bernard Gadonis was bishop of Tuy in

Spain. Can the contrary be

affirmed?

>> Brie Carlisle: For that matter, no, Reverend Motherhood.

>> Brie Carlisle: The fact is attested by M. Plantivit de la

Force. Several beads of the chaplet

were told off. Still in silence, the prioress

resumed. Mother Fauvre.

Mother Crucifixion will be interred in the coffin in which

she has slept for the last 20 years.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is just.

>> Brie Carlisle: It is a continuation of her slumber.

>> Brie Carlisle: So I shall have to nail up that coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes.

>> Brie Carlisle: And we are to reject the undertakers coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: Precisely.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am at the orders of the very reverend community.

>> Brie Carlisle: The four mother precentors will assist you.

>> Brie Carlisle: In nailing up the coffin. I do not need

them.

>> Brie Carlisle: No, in lowering the coffin.

>> Brie Carlisle: Where?

>> Brie Carlisle: Into the vault.

>> Brie Carlisle: What vault?

>> Brie Carlisle: Under the altar.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fochlebert started the

vault under the altar.

>> Brie Carlisle: Under the altar.

>> Brie Carlisle: But you will have an iron bar.

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes, but you will raise the stone with the bar

by means of the ring. But the dead

must be obeyed. To be buried in the

vault, under the altar of the chapel. Not to go

to profane earth. To remain there in death,

where she prayed while living. Such was the

last wish of Mother Crucifixion. She asked

it of us. That is to say, commanded

us.

>> Brie Carlisle: But it is forbidden.

>> Brie Carlisle: Forbidden by men enjoined by God.

>> Brie Carlisle: What if it became known?

>> Brie Carlisle: We have confidence in you.

>> Brie Carlisle: Oh, I am a stone in your walls.

>> Brie Carlisle: The chapter assembled. The vocal

mothers, whom I have just consulted again and who are

now deliberating, have decided that Mother

crucifixion shall be buried according to her

wish, in her own coffin, under our

altar. Think, Father Fauver,

if she were to work miracles here. What a

glory of God for the community. And

miracles issue from tombs.

>> Brie Carlisle: But Reverend Mother, if the agent of the sanitary

commission, Saint Benoit II, in.

>> Brie Carlisle: The matter of Sepulchre, resisted Constantine

Poganadus. But the commissary of police

connodemer, one of the seven german kings

who entered among the Gauls under the empire of

Constantius, expressly recognized the

right of nuns to be buried in religion. That

is to say, beneath the altar.

>> Brie Carlisle: But M. The inspector from the prefecture.

>> Brie Carlisle: The world does nothing in the presence of the cross.

Martin, the 11th general of Carthusians,

gave to his order this device. Stat

crax dum vovicir orbis.

Amen, said Fauchelevert,

who imperturbably extricated himself in this manner from

the dilemma whenever he heard Latin. Any

audience suffices for a person whos held his peace too

long. On the day when the rhetorician

gymnastirus left his prison, bearing in his body

many dilemmas and numerous syllogisms which

had struck in, he halted in front of the first tree,

which he came to, harangued it, and made very

great efforts to convince it. The prioress,

who was usually subjected to the barrier of silence,

and whose reservoir was overfull,

rose and exclaimed with the loquacity of a

dam which has broken away. I have on

my right Benoit, and on my left

Bernard. Who was Bernard? The

first abbot of Clairvaux. Fontaines in

Burgundy is a country that is blessed because it gave him

birth. His father name was

Tesselin and his mother Alethe.

He began at Citeaux to end in

Clairvaux. He was ordained abbot by the

bishop of Chalons, Ossein Yaum de

Champeaux. He had 700

novices and founded 160

monasteries. He overthrew abelliard

at the council of Sens in 1140,

and Pierre de Brouilles and Henry, his

disciple, and another sort of erring spirits,

who were called the apostolics. He

confounded Arnald de Brescia, darted

lightning at the monk. Raoul, the murderer of the

jews, dominated the council of Rheims in

1148, caused the condemnation of

Gilbert de Poria, bishop of Poitiers,

caused the condemnation of Ian de

l'Orteuil, arranged the disputes of

princes, enlightened King Louis, the young,

advised Pope Eugene III, regulated

the temple, preached the crusade,

performed 250 miracles during his

lifetime, and as many as 39 in one

day. Who was Benoit? He was the

patriarch of Mount Kassin. He was the second

founder of the Sentine claustrel. He was

the basil of the west. His order has

produced 40 popes, 200 cardinals,

50 patriarchs, 1600

archbishops, 4600

bishops, four emperors, twelve

empresses, 46 kings, 41

Queensland, 3600 canonized

saints, and has been in existence for

1400 years. On one side,

St. Bernard, on the other, the agent of the

sanitary department. On one side, Saint

Benoit, on the other, the inspector of public

ways, the state, the road

commissioners, the public undertaker

regulations, the administration. What do we

know of all that? There is not a chance

passerby who would not be indignant to see how we are

treated. We have not even the right to give our dust to

Jesus Christ. Your sanitary department

is a revolutionary invention. God

subordinated to the commissary of police, such as the

age silence. Fauver

Hachulvert was but ill at ease. Under the shower

bath, the prioress continued. No

one doubts the right of the monastery to sepulture. only

fanatics and those in error deny it. We live

in times of terrible confusion. We do not

know that which it is necessary to know, and

we know that which we should ignore. We

are ignorant and impious. In this

age, there exist people who do not distinguish between the

very great St. Bernard and the St. Bernard

denominated of the poor Catholics. A certain

good ecclesiastic who lived in the 13th century.

Others are so blasphemous as to compare the scaffold of

Louis XVI to the cross of Jesus Christ.

Louis XVI was merely a

king. Let us beware of God.

There is no longer just nor unjust.

The name of Voltaire is known, but not the name of Caesar de

Bos. Nevertheless, Caesar de

Bos is a man of blessed memory, and Voltaire one of

unblessed memory. The last archbishop,

the cardinal de Perigord, did not even know that Charles de

Gondrin succeeded to Brule, and Francois

Bourguyn to Gondrin, and Jean Francois

Sennhault to Bourguin, and Father Saint

marth to Jean van Senault. The name of

Father Coton is known, but not

because he was one of the three who urged the foundation of the

oratory, but because he furnished Henry

IV, the huguenot king, with the

material for an oath. That which pleases

people of the world in Saint Francois de Sales is that

he cheated at play. And then religion is

attacked. Why? Because

there have been bad priests. Because

Sagatar, bishop of Gap, was the brother of Ceylon,

bishop of Imbrun, and because both of them followed

mammol. What has that to do with the

question? Does that prevent Martin de Tours from

being a saint and giving half of his cloak to a beggar?

They persecute the saints. They shut their eyes

to the truth. Darkness is the

rule. The most ferocious beasts are beasts

which are blind. No one thinks of hell as a

reality. Oh, how wicked people are.

By order of the king signifies today, by order

of the revolution. One no longer knows what is

due to the living or to the dead. A holy death

is prohibited. Burial is a civil

matter. This is horrible. St.

Leo II wrote two special letters.

One to Pierre noterhouse, the other to the king of

the Visigoths. For the purpose of combating and

rejecting, in questions touching the dead, the

authority of the exarch and the supremacy of the

emperor Gauthier. Bishop, of

Chalons held his own in this matter against Otho, duke, of

Burgundy. The ancient magistracy

agreed with him in former times we had voices

in this chapter, even on matters of the day.

The abbot of Citeaux, the general of the order, was

councillor by right of birth to the parliament of

Burgundy. We do what we please with our

dead. Is not the body of Saint Benot himself

in France, in the abbey of Fleury, called Saint Benoit Sir

Lur, although he died in Italy, at Mount

Cassin on Saturday the 21st of the month of March

of the year 543? All this is

incontestable. I abhor

Psalmsingers. I hate priors.

I execrate Heredex. But I should

detest yet more anyone who should maintain the

contrary. One has only to read Arnault,

Winon, Gabrielle, Bustlin,

Trithemus, Morlux, and Amluke

dautry. The prioress took

breath, then turned to Fauchelevert. Is

it settled, Father Fauver?

>> Brie Carlisle: It is settled, Reverend Mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: We may depend on you.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will obey.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is well.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am entirely devoted to the convent.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is understood. You will close the

coffin. The sisters will carry it to the

chapel. The office for the dead will then be

said.

Then we shall return to the cloister between

00 and midnight. You will come with your iron

bar. All will be done in the most profound

secrecy. There will be in the chapel only the four

mother precentors, mother ascension and.

>> Brie Carlisle: Yourself and the sister at the post.

>> Brie Carlisle: She will not turn round. But she will

hear. She will not listen.

Besides, what the cloister knows, the world learns.

Not a pause ensued.

The prioress went on, you will remove your

bell. It is not necessary that the sister

at the post should perceive your presence,

Reverend Mother. What?

>> Brie Carlisle: Father Fauver, has the doctor for the dead

paid his visit?

>> Brie Carlisle: He will pay it at 04:00 today. The

peel which orders the doctor for the dead to be summoned has already been

wrong. But you do not understand any of the

peels.

>> Brie Carlisle: I pay no attention to any but my own.

>> Brie Carlisle: That is well, Father Fauver.

>> Brie Carlisle: Reverend Mother, a lever of at least 6ft

long will be required.

>> Brie Carlisle: Where will you obtain it?

>> Brie Carlisle: Where gratings are not lacking, iron bars are

not lacking. I have my heap of old iron at the bottom

of the garden about.

>> Brie Carlisle: Three quarters of an hour before midnight.

>> Brie Carlisle: Do not forget, Reverend Mother.

What if you were ever to have any other jobs

of this sort? My brother is a strong man for

you, a perfect Turk.

>> Brie Carlisle: You will do it as speedily as possible.

>> Brie Carlisle: I cannot work very fast. I am

infirm. That is why I require an assistant.

I limp.

>> Brie Carlisle: To limp is no sin. And perhaps it is a

blessing. The emperor Henry II,

who combated antipope Gregory and re established

Benoit VIII, has two surnames, the

saint and the lame.

>> Brie Carlisle: Two surouts are a good thing, murmured.

>> Brie Carlisle: Fauchelevert, who really was a little hard of

hearing. Now that I think of it, Father

Fauvert, let us give a whole hour to

it. That is not too much. Be

near the principal altar with your iron bar at

00 the office begins at

midnight. Everything must have been completed a good

quarter of an hour before that.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will do anything to prove my zeal towards the community.

These, are my orders. I am to nail up the coffin

00 exactly. I am to be in the chapel.

The mother placenters will be there. Mother ascension will be

there. Two men would be better. However.

Never mind. I shall have my lever. We will open

the vault, we will lower the coffin, and we will close the vault

again. After which therell be no trace of

anything. The government will have no suspicion.

Thus, all has been arranged, Reverend Mother.

No. What else remains?

>> Brie Carlisle: The empty coffin remains.

This produced a pause. Fauchelever

meditated, the prioress meditated.

What is to be done with that coffin, Father Fauver?

>> Brie Carlisle: It will be given to the earth.

>> Brie Carlisle: Empty. Another silence.

Fauchelevert made with his left hand that sort of

a gesture which dismisses a troublesome

Reverend mother.

>> Brie Carlisle: I am the one who is to nail up the coffin in the basement of the

church, and no one can enter there but myself.

And I will cover the coffin with the pall.

>> Brie Carlisle: Yes, but the bearers, when they place it in the

hearse and lower it into the grave, will be sure to feel that theres

nothing in it.

>> Brie Carlisle: Ah, The day.

>> Brie Carlisle: Exclaimed Fauchelevert. The prioress

began to make the sign of the cross and looked fixedly at the

gardener. Laville stuck fast at his

throat. He made haste to improvise an expedient

to make her forget the oath.

>> Brie Carlisle: I will put earth in the coffin, Reverend Mother.

That will produce the effect of a corpse.

>> Brie Carlisle: You are right, earth. That is the same

thing as man. So you will manage the empty

coffin?

>> Brie Carlisle: I will make that my special business.

>> Brie Carlisle: The prioress, face up to that moment, troubled and

clouded, grew serene. Once more she made the

sign of a superior dismissing and inferior to him.

Beauchelver went towards the door as, he was on the

point of passing out. The prioress raised her voice

gently. I am pleased with you, father

Fauver. Bring your brother to me tomorrow after

the burial and tell him to fetch his

daughter. Thank you for joining bite at

a time.

Books today well, we wrote a bite of one of your

favorite classics again. My name is

Brie Carlisle and I hope you come back tomorrow,

for the next bite of le

Miserable.

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