human
On certain days in summer, when one sweats in big drops, this becomes almost impossible, the gorge rises. Yet one must begin upon this warm paste, and at least swallow a sufficient quantity not to give out before the next day; we look at each other discouraged, unable to get any further; there is not another word to define our dinner in the month of August, it is a punishment.
gpt
And all, the Father abbot, the prior, the fathers, the brethren, have the same food?
human
All. Now come and see the dormitory.
gpt
This is our lodging, said the monk, as he stopped before one of these cases. Cards were placed on them, affixing the name of each monk, and the first bore a ticket with this inscription:
human
The Father Abbot.