William: Oi sir, what are you doing?
Chaucer: Uh... trudging. You know, trudging?
[pause]
Chaucer: To trudge: the slow, weary, depressing yet determined walk
of a man who has nothing left in life except the impulse to simply
soldier on.
William: Uhhh... were you robbed?
Chaucer: [laughs] Funny really, yes, but at the same time a huge
resounding no. It's more of an... involuntary vow of poverty...
really.
-a knights tale