A new monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to help the other monks in copying the old texts by hand. He notices, however, that they are copying from copies, not the original manuscripts. So, the new monk goes to the head monk to ask him about this, pointing out that if there were an error in the first copy, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies.
The head monk says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son."
So, the head monk goes down into the cellar with one of the copies to check it against the original. Hours go by and nobody sees him.
Finally, one of the monks goes downstairs to look for him. Hearing sobbing coming from the back of the cellar, he finds the old monk leaning over one of the original books crying. He asks the old monk what's wrong.
In a choked voice came the reply-
"The word is celebrate."
8 comments:
I wondr if he came across any refrences to His Holiness, th Dope.
Now I wonder what else they might have mistranslated.
Gee. One error. The world should be so lucky.
Joey- you mean "Pop"?
Mike- Well, I understand it begins with the differences between "Hell" and "Heel", which may be of some interest to our canine friends...
Reverend- See? Somehow the conversation always comes around to George Bush.
And Reverend- it may be one word, but it's a fairly important one, if you get it wrong...
I always knew it wasn't a question of morality- it was simply bad speling.
Yeah, it is true that careless spelling can be traumatic. A spelling error made in my formative years meant that every Christmas Satan came down our chimney.
Armed with this knowledge, you will probably be able to make a lot more sense of my blog.
Reverend- you want Xmas Trauma? My dad was hard of hearing, so every year we roasted Chuck's nuts on an open fire...
Poor Chuck. So it's not just the cold that causes his privates to retreat come Yuletide.
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