Canterbury Tales By Geoffrey Chaucer 소설 & 이야기

As he studied it closely, his voice gradually shook with excitement. “Whan that Aprille with his shoures soote…” he murmured, his tone growing more astonished with each word. The onlookers stared blankly at one another. Some seasoned collectors recognized this as the famous Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere. Edmund gasped, filled with awe. “My goodness, this is the original manuscript of the Pilgrim's Journey of Windmere!” As the crowd saw the unassuming paper in Edmund’s hands, some struggled to believe it. “The style is definitely reminiscent of Geoffrey Chauceton, but isn’t the quality a bit rough?”

“I’m reading the Wife of Bath’s tale.” His eyes opened a bit wider. “Ohhh, the horny chick.” I smiled tightly. “Yes. That was Chaucer’s original title for it. ‘The Horny Chick’s Tale.’” He arched one eyebrow. “Am I wrong?” Actually, no, he wasn’t. The Wife of Bath brags that she’s been married five times, all to guys with great chests and large, um… packages. At one point she speculates on how much her hoo-ha would get at auction. Hint: she thought it would break records.