d you prevent it? You didnt. You see.quot;

    Goldmund told tory of Rebekka in great detail;  and passionate in telling it.

    quot;And so,quot; ly, quot;o live? Is it not  not revolting and disgusting?quot;

    quot;Certainly, ts ;

    quot;A; Goldmund cried ion. quot;And en you told me t t it  or ents midst, t ed old me Aristotle  to radiction.quot;

    Narcissus laughed.

    quot;Your memory is surprising, and yet it ly. I or as perfect, but never ion. I rue t life on eart, or t man is good, my dear friend. On trary. tates t trivings and doings of mans  are evil, and every day ;

    quot;Very good. At last I see rickery—you admit it. But somes and books, justice and perfection exist. t, t only if t to use.quot;

    quot;You ored up a great deal of anger against us t you ill not become a t it all topsy-turvy. You still o learn. But  justice to use? e do t every day, every ance, am an abbot and I govern a cloister. Life in ter is just as imperfect and full of sin as it is in tside. And yet antly set tice against original sin and try to measure our imperfect lives by it and try to correct evil and put ourselves in everlasting relations;

    quot;All rig mean you, nor did I mean t you  a good abbot. But Im t Deatinking corpses, of all ting, tarved to deat and see t ac seems to me t our moto a  it ter if t created t let o t;

    Narcissus gave Goldmund a friendly nod.

    quot;You are quite rig; ;Go a all, get it all out. But in one te  ts. Bu