The moaning of miserable medieval scribes

"Oh my hand" and other marginalia written centuries ago by monks testifies that it wasn't such a pleasure to transcribe books...

'"Thank God, it will soon be dark," wrote one weary soul, centuries ago. "Writing is excessive drudgery. It crooks your back, it dims your sight, it twists your stomach and your sides," wrote another. "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,'" mourned a troubled third.' [Source: Guardian]

[Source: Brain Pickings]