Here's the muddy mess of English that came out of that muddier mess of Latin from the other day:
Now the group, shut in with high walls in which there was a gate; the vision of the clergy and laymen and women, which was together and shared, was divided; all were compelled to live together in one ark; stories were suppressed at the table, in place of which the holy reading over it was uttered constantly. Indeed the other clerics all the hours of the day were murmuring, rather than singing; this certainly was sung during the day at seven times the sign brought brothers meeting together for praisefully venerating their debt to almighty God he called all of them to fulfil, while the strong failed, word and deed challenged. Moreover just as the blessed Ariald exceedingly happy, by him that thing from prayer for a long while and too much wishing, it is clear that when the brothers with his church were able to live together, thus many happy faithful were effected, by him they were attached to that place, where the words of the Lord are able to be heard and to take in the divine sacraments. A great crowd began to flow together in that very place not only from the city, but also from the villages and castles, and that church was in no way able to hold them, granted that it was pretty big. The man of God taught so constantly and assiduously that he lost his voice, so that he could scarcely be heard.
Awful, isn't it? If only Andy's stab at it had been right. That would have been a lot more interesting.


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