“Well … how can I say it? Berengar was suspected of harboring passions that … that are not proper for a monk….” “Are you perhaps trying to tell me he had relations with village girls, as I was asking you?” The cellarer coughed, embarrassed, and flashed a somewhat obscene smile. “Oh, no … even less proper passions …” “Then a monk who enjoys carnal satisfaction with a village maid is indulging in passions, on the other hand, that are somehow proper?”
