I haven't enough tar for mine.

And the church--is that the way a good church ought to look?
I am not saying it myself, but it comes out that way--it can't be helped, abbot.
Haggart turns to Mariet and says: "Do you hear, woman ?" "I do." "Why don't you spit into their faces ?" "I can't.

I love you, Haggart.

Are there only ten Commandments of God?
No, there is still another: 'I love you, Haggart.'" "What sad dreams there are in your land." The abbot rises and walks over to the fishermen.
"Well, what did you say about the church, old man?
You said something interesting about the church, or was I mistaken ?" He casts a swift glance at Mariet and Haggart.
"It isn't the church alone, abbot.

There are four of us old men: Legran, Stoffle, Puasar, Kornu, and seven old women.