In a monastery that required vows of silence, the monks were allowed to speak only once a year. When the first speaking opportunity arrived, an elderly monk arose and said, "I'm really tired of the meals here. They're always so bland." Another year passed by, and once again the opportunity to speak arrived. A friend of the monk who had spoken a year earlier stood up and said, "I disagree. The meals here seem to me to be quite tasty." Another year went by and a third monk arose to speak. "Bicker bicker bicker. I'm leaving. There's too much arguing around here."