Of Abbot John's humility and our question.
IN this coenobium then we found a very old man named John, whose words and humility we think ought certainly not to be passed
over in silence as in them he excelled all the saints, as we know that he was especially vigorous in this perfection, which
though it is the mother of all virtues and the surest foundation of the whole spiritual superstructure, yet is altogether
a stranger to our system. Wherefore it is no wonder that we cannot attain to the height of those men,
as we cannot stand the training of the coenobium I will not say up to old age, but are scarcely content to endure the
yoke of subjection for a couple of years, and at once escape to enjoy a dangerous liberty, while even for that short time
we seem to be subject to the rule of the Elder not according to any strict rule, but as our free will directs. When then we
had seen this old man in Abbot Paul's coenobium, we were struck, first by his age and the grace with which the man was endowed,
with looks fixed on the ground began to entreat him to vouchsafe to explain to us why he had forsaken the freedom of the
desert and that exalted profession, in which his fame and celebrity had raised him above others who had adopted the same life,
and why he had chosen to enter under the yoke of the coenobium. He said that as he was unequal to the system of the anchorites
and unworthy of the heights of such perfection, he had gone back to the infant school, that he might learn to carry out the
lessons taught there, according as the life demanded. And when our entreaties were not satisfied and we refused to take
this humble answer, at last he began as follows.