eighteen buckets of wine, about 1,200 liters. It seems that Katy remonstrated with him about this in her letters.12 Even into June he was still occasionally complaining. At the end of the month, thanks to the intercessions of his brethren in Augsburg, he felt well again in body, but he was anticipating other attacks of the devil, who was his sworn mortal enemy: “All right, if he devours me, he shall devour a laxative (God willing) which will make his bowels and anus too tight for him. Do you want
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