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- ~ New parchment, bad ink; I say nothing more.
- ~ I am very cold.
- ~ That’s a hard page and a weary work to read it.
- ~ Let the reader’s voice honor the writer’s pen.
- ~ This page has not been written very slowly.
- ~ The parchment is hairy.
- ~ The ink is thin.
- ~ Thank God, it will soon be dark.
- ~ Oh, my hand.
- ~ Now I’ve written the whole thing: for Christ’s sake give me a drink.
- ~ Writing is excessive drudgery. It crooks your back, it dims your sight, it twists your stomach and your sides.
- ~ St. Patrick of Armagh, deliver me from writing.
- ~ While I wrote I froze, and what I could not write by the beams of the sun I finished by candlelight.
- ~ As the harbor is welcome to the sailor, so is the last line to the scribe.
- ~ This is sad! O little book! A day will come in truth when someone over your page will say, “The hand that wrote it is no more.”
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