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.”

Another wrote; “Oh, my hand!”

And another “I am so cold, St. Patrick, deliver me from writing!”

And another; “Now I’ve written the whole thing; for Christ’s sake give me a drink!”

“11 golden letters, 8 shilling each; 700 (initial) letters with double shafts, 7 shilling for each hundred; and 35 quires of text, each 16 leaves, at 3 shilling each.” He wrote in Dutch. Then, in Latin: “For such an amount I won’t write again!”

“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.’”

“The ink is thin.”

“Let me now be blamed for the script, for the ink is bad, and the vellum defective, and the day is dark”

“A curse on thee, O pen!”

“Cithruadh Magfindgaill wrote the above without pumice, and with bad implements”

“This parchment is hairy.”

“Whoever translated these Gospels did a very poor job!”

“That’s a hard page and a weary work to read it.”

“This is how I would have translated it.”

“Whoever takes this book or steals it or in some evil way removes it from the Church of St Caecilia, may he be damned and cursed forever, unless he returns it or atones for his act.”

“If anyone should steal this, let him know that on the Day of Judgement the most sainted martyr himself will be the accuser against him before the face of our Lord Jesus Christ.”



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