Here's a small part of a collection of complaints monks scribbled in the pages of illuminated manuscripts, taken from this
post.
"New parchment, bad ink; I say nothing more."
"The parchment is hairy."
"Thank God, it will be dark soon."
"Now I've written the whole thing: for Christ's sake, give me a drink."
"Oh, my hand."
"As the harbor is welcome to
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