Quote Originally Posted by Sir C View Post
I'm not sure how you define 'proper monking', but when you are fed by wandering around the streets in the morning with a bowl in which random people dump cooked rice, I'd say that's pretty fúcking austere. Mind you, the robes are a cheerful shade of orange. And I suppose when you get upset about something political you're supposed to set yourself on fire; that's pretty hardcore.
Meh. Monking is hanging around in an old building with a load of other fellas, tonsures, not having any carnal goings on for the rest of your life, itchy, hempen garments, a lot of silence interspersed with plainsong and haunting places for centuries after your death.