“… and he said that the parish priest would sooner be able to see his own ear than receive a tithe from him, and a pox on those dissolute papists, and that the Hussites should give them what for and the sooner they come here the better. That’s what he said, I swear on all that’s holy. And what’s more, he’s a thief who pinched my goat… He says that’s a lie, says it’s his goat, but I know my own goat by the black smudge on her ear…”

“I wish to complain about Magda, Reverend… I mean my sister-in-law. Because she’s a shameless hussy… At night, when my brother-in-law mounts her in bed, she pants, moans, groans, screams and meows like a she-cat. It would be one thing if it only happened at night, but it happens during the day, too, at work, when she thinks no one’s looking… She throws down her hoe, bends over, grabs the fence and my brother-in-law lifts her frock onto her back and fucks her like a billy goat… Urgh, disgraceful… And my man’s eyes shine, I’ve seen him, and he licks his lips… Then I tell her, have some decency, you harlot, why do you turn the heads of other women’s husbands? And she says: satisfy your man properly, then he won’t start looking around or prick up his ears when other people have a roll in the hay. And she also said she has no intention of making love quietly, because it pleases her to moan and scream. And when the priest in the church declared that such pleasure is a sin, she said he must be a fool or insane, because pleasure can’t be a sin, since the Lord God created such things. When I told that to my neighbour, she said talk like that is naught but herizee and that I should inform on the harlot. So I am…”

“… he said that it can’t be the body of Christ on the altar in the church, because even if Jesus was a big as this cathedral, his body still wouldn’t suffice for all those Masses, for the priests would have eaten it all up themselves long since. He talked such rot, those were his very words, and God strike me down if I be lying. And if they tie him to the stake and burn him, I humbly ask for those three acres down by the stream to be mine… For they say, I hear, that services will be rewarded…”