Abbot of Unreason

Abbot of Unreason, on June 3, 2009 at 12:27 am Said:

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“And how now, my masters?” said the Abbot of Unreason;

The Abbot

It seems that the inhabitants of the castle were at this time engaged in the favourite sport of enacting the Abbot of Unreason, a species of high jinks, in which a mimic prelate was elected, who, like the Lord of Misrule in England, turned all sort of lawful authority, and particularly the church ritual, into ridicule.

The Abbot

Alas! the Abbot of Unreason had only to nourish his mock crosier, and the whooping, the hallooing, and the dancing, were renewed with a vehemence which would have defied the lungs of Stentor.

The Abbot

Fools, the Boy – Bishop, and the Abbot of Unreason.

The Abbot

In fact, the home-driven poniard of Roland Graeme had lighted upon the stuffing of the fictitious paunch, which the Abbot of Unreason wore as a part of his characteristic dress, and it was only the force of the blow which had prostrated that reverend person on the ground for a moment.

The Abbot

“And if we show him not falcons that will mount as merrily as rockets,” said the Abbot of Unreason, “I would your honour laid as hard on my bones as you did on his even now.”

The Abbot

I may observe, for example, the case of an apparitor sent to Borthwick from the Primate of Saint Andrews, to cite the lord of that castle, who was opposed by an Abbot of Unreason, at whose command the officer of the spiritual court was appointed to be ducked in a mill-dam, and obliged to eat up his parchment citation.

The Abbot

Have you not chosen me Abbot of Unreason, and is it lawful for any of you to listen to common sense today?

The Abbot

Lord of the Revels, who, under the name of the Abbot of Unreason, the

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