The copier died today. I do not know how one would say copier in Latin, so I can't say Hic Iacet [Piece of Shit Son of a Whore Duplicating Machine with Razor-Sharp Edges] on its tombstone.

A copyist is a librarius—as opposed to a scriptor who does the composition as well as the writing-out—and we shall assume a machine exists in the neuter, so how do you feel about Hic Iacet Librarium Cacatum, Proles Lupanaris, Acies ad Omnes? I'm so sorry.

I should probably tithe to some sex workers in teshuva. They do honorable work and the copier does not.

Especially now that it's dead.

*hugs*