I know that I can earn but little by my labours as a copyist
; yet even of that little I am proud, for it has entailed WORK, and has wrung sweat from my brow.
Why, he had all the earmarks of a typewriter copyist
, if you leave out the disposition to contribute uninvited emen- dations of your grammar and punctuation.
As the little copyist
proceeded with her work, she sent every now and then a responsive glance toward her admirer.
Having no resources within himself, he was com- pelled to be the copyist
of many, and being such, he was forever the victim of inconsistency; and of con- sequence he was an object of contempt, and was held as such even by his slaves.
The work of the copyist
commands their whole attention; they take no interest in the original picture.
There is a subtle something about the majestic pathos of the original which the copyist
But looking backward we can see that the poet is the development of the minstrel, the prose writer the development of the monkish chronicler and copyist
. Prose at first was only used for grave matters, for history, for religious works, for dry treatises which were hardly literature, which were not meant for enjoyment but only for use and for teaching.
'Well!' says the Dean, looking about him to see what has become of his copyist
: 'I hope, Mr.
The clerks and copyists
all rose, greeting him with good-humored deference.
Writers contemporary with the copyists
naturally avail themselves of the obvious advantages of these marks in their own work, and with such assistance as the flies of their own household may be willing to grant, frequently rival and sometimes surpass the older compositions, in respect at least of punctuation, which is no small glory.
Johnson, planning a far more thorough work, contracted to do it for L1575--scanty pay for himself and his copyists
, the more so that the task occupied more than twice as much time as he had expected, over seven years.
A few dull courts and narrow ways brought us to the sky-lighted offices of Spenlow and Jorkins; in the vestibule of which temple, accessible to pilgrims without the ceremony of knocking, three or four clerks were at work as copyists
. One of these, a little dry man, sitting by himself, who wore a stiff brown wig that looked as if it were made of gingerbread, rose to receive my aunt, and show us into Mr.