Abstract
AbstractIn the Disciplina Clericalis of Petrus Alphonsus there is one of the richest, and shortest, of medieval short stories. It is called De Maimundo Servo. On his way back from market, happy at the money he has made, the master meets Maimundus, his lazy and gloomy servant. ‘Don't tell me any nasty rumours’, he says. ‘I won't tell you any nasty rumours, but our little dog is dead.’ ‘How did it die?’ Six questions, six answers, all in single or half lines, and everything the master had come back to is gone: the dog, the mule, the maid, his mother, dead; the house burnt to a cinder. It is, I suppose, no laughing matter, but I find it one of the funniest stories that I know.
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