something that's been happening in the monastery, and the wider town now that I think about it, has been equal parts confusing and frustrating me recently. see, the townspeople keep going to the well and getting a bucket of water, then putting a bendy straw and a little umbrella in it and giving it to Brother Plagiarism, a monk who we all dislike (or at least i thought we did). he drinks it all and then they say 'oh please Brother Plagiarism! couldst you illuminate for us a new manuscript?' and he goes 'Certainly! Here's an all new manuscript in the 15th-century style!' then he goes in the scriptorium and just takes a manuscript out of the hands of whoever happens to be working on it. he goes 'i made it just for you!' and then demands another big bucket of water. and it's like. guys please. the well hath begun to run dry and he's not even creating these himself. can we lock in
totally unrelatedly, the person running this blog has very calm feelings about her peers using chatgpt
