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...booing crowd comes to its senses, the elementary school chef says, "Jesus, we're sorry. Can you ever forgive us?" He puts his halo back on and replies, "Aw heck. Do I have a choice?" (All dialogue for these episodes is available on the invaluable fansite, the South Park Scriptorium...
...artists and programmers of Anatomical Travelogue huddle over their desks like monks in a scriptorium. Their quills are superfast HP workstations in the center of an industrial-chic penthouse in Manhattan's trendy Tribeca neighborhood. Their manuscripts are digital scans of the body, illuminated into images so startlingly vivid that even scientists stop and stare. And the abbot here is an artist--self-taught in math, physics and business--named Alexander Tsiaras. Blurring the lines between science and art, the company's work resists easy categorization. "It's Fantastic Voyage meets the TIME-LIFE Books series," says Tsiaras...
...self-taught (a process that saved him from mere pedantry), Murray could pick up languages as if he were shopping for groceries. For a time a schoolmaster and later a London bank clerk, Murray was drawn into the dictionary project by his work with the Philological Society. In his "Scriptorium," a room lined with hundreds of pigeonholes stuffed with more than 5 million quotation slips, Murray presided like a medieval abbot. Originally he had proposed to devote a mere ten years of his life to the great work. Had he known what it would cost him, Murray might never have...
...matched perfectly. Convinced of the map's authenticity, Witten in 1959 sold all three, reportedly for nearly $ 1 million, to an anonymous buyer, who in turn donated them to Yale. There, scholars determined that the map had been drawn about 1440, probably by a monk in a Swiss scriptorium...
...light of a single fluttering candle, a tall solemn priest sits bowed above a resplendent manuscript in his solitary scriptorium. On the table before him lie vials of red and blue and purple inks, pots of honey-colored glue, sheets of gold leaf, and reams of creamy antique vellum glowing golden in the candlelight. Only the scratching of a quill interrupts the rich religious silence as the priest pursues his labor of love...