Found this today in my retiree newsletter amongst the jokes.
A young monk arrives at the monastery. He is assigned to helping the other monks in copying the old canons and laws of the church, by hand. So, the new monk goes to the old Abbot to question this, pointing out that if someone made even a small error in the first copy, it would never be picked up! In fact, that error would be continued in all of the subsequent copies. The old Abbot, says, "We have been copying from the copies for centuries, but you make a good point, my son." He goes down into the dark caves underneath the monastery where the original manuscripts are held as archives, in a locked vault that hasn't been opened for hundreds of years. Hours go by and nobody sees the old Abbot. So, the young monk gets worried and goes own to look for him. He sees him banging his head against the wall and wailing "We missed the R! We missed the bloody R!" His forehead is all bloody and bruised and he is crying uncontrollably. The young monk asks the old Abbot, "What's wrong, father?" With a choking voice, the old Abbot replies, the word was CELEB R ATE!"
Stuart
