The Rebel Angels

"The life was just what I had been looking for. The Mother House was a huge old Victorian mansion to which a chapel and a few necessary buildings had been added, and there was an unending round of domestic work to be done, and done well.

Who sweeps a room as for Thy laws
Makes that and th' action fine –

that was the way we were encouraged to think of it. And not just sweeping rooms, but slogging in the garden to raise vegetables – we ate an awful lot of vegetables because there were a great many fast-days – and real labourers' jobs. There was a school attached to the place and I was given a little teaching to do, but nothing that touched doctrine or philosophy or whatever was central to the life of the community; Latin and geography were my jobs. I had to attend instruction in theology – not theology as a branch of philosophy but theology for keeps, you might say. And all this was stretched on a framework of the daily monastic routine.

"Do you know it? You wouldn't believe people could pray so much. Prime at 6:15 a.m., and Matins at 6:30; Low Mass at 7:15, and after breakfast Terce at 8:55, followed by twenty minutes of Meditation afterwards. Then work like hell till Sext at 12:25, then lunch and work again till tea at 3:30, preceding Nones at 3:50. Then recreation-chess or tennis and a smoke. After dinner came Evensong at 7:30, and after study the day ended with Compline at 9:30.

"You seem to be a great girl for silence. You would have liked it. On ordinary days there was the Lesser Silence from 9:30 until Sext; the Greater Silence extended from Compline until 9:30 the next morning. In Lent there was silence from Evensong until Compline. We could speak if absolute necessity demanded it – gored by a bull, or something of that kind – but otherwise we made things known by a sign-language which we were on our honour not to abuse. I soon found a loophole in that; there was nothing in the Rule against writing, and I was often in trouble about passing notes during Chapel.

"Chapel demanded a good deal of mental agility, because you had to learn your way around the Monastic Diurnal and know a Simple from a Double and a Semidouble First Class and all the rest of the monkish craft. Like me to give you the lowdown on the Common of Apostles Out of Paschaltide? Like me to outline the rules governing the use of bicycles? Like me to describe 'reverent and disciplined posture' – it means not crossing your legs in Chapel and not leaning your head on your hand, when it seems likely to fall off with sleepiness.

"No sex, of course. The boys in the school were to be kept in their place, and monks and novices were strictly enjoined not to permit any familiarity, roughness, or disrespect from them; no boys in men's rooms except those of the priest-tutors, and no going for walks together. They knew the wickedness of the human heart, those chaps. No woman was allowed on the premises without the special permission of the Prior, who was top banana, and in the discharge of his official duty he was to be accorded obedience and respect as if to Christ himself. But of course the Prior had a confessor, who was supposed to keep him from getting a swelled head.

"Sounds like a first-rate system for its purpose, doesn't it? Yet, you know, Maria, within it there was all kinds of difficulty, where what people now call democracy and the old monastic system didn't gibe. So, now and then, somebody was not confirmed as a Brother after his noviciate, and went back to the world. I mean, he became part of the world again; our order did lots of work in the world besides teaching, and there were missions for down-and-outs where particular monks worked themselves almost to death – though I never heard of anybody actually dying. But they were not of the world, you see, though they were certainly in it.

"Now, let me give you a useful tip: always keep your eye on anybody who has been in a monastery and has come out again. He is sure to say that he chose to leave before taking his final vows, but the chances are strong that he was thrown out, and for excellent reasons, even if for nothing more than being a disruptive nuisance. There are more failed monks than you would imagine, and they can all bear watching."

"Including you, Brother John?"

"I wasn't thrown out; I went over the wall. I'd made it, you know; I'd expressed my intention to stay with the Society all my life, and I'd passed the novice stage and was a Lay Brother, vowed to poverty, chastity, and obedience, and I had hopes of going on to priesthood. I knew the Rule inside and out, and I knew where I was weak – Article Nine, which is Silence, and Article Fifteen, Concerning Obedience. I couldn't hold my tongue and I hated being disciplined by somebody I regarded as an inferior."