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sloth is a sin - one that craoley delighted in, sleeping for days, weeks, even decades if the fancy struck him. and while the naps that streached on to the centry worried azirpahle greatly, he really cou;dn't be upset about the time cloistered away with out bing a massive hypocrip. While he has never lost a century while toiling under a good book, he has lost decades here and there.
the problem with mircibling books, is that azriaple knws just how difucult making them are. even with mordern printing presses, they stilll very labor insentive, and prone to mistakes. as such, he is complitily inacbable of miricling dublicates. it's not a probelm other angels have, since htye don't actualy understand how the written word works, but a uniquley aziraphle problem. one he really doesn't mind, becuase he enjoys reading them; not just fo their powety and flow and imagry, but fo rhte blotting of ink form a tired hand, or the miswritten stocke of a brush. did the human relaise their mistake? did they know theere was a misplelling, and decided to leave it, knwoing if they corrected it, it would just draw attention to it? did they hope the nexct scribe would catch it and fix it in the next copy trascibed? had they jsut stopped carring, untold pages already discareded, hours and days of work tossed aside for the same misatkes, and now jsut to weary to care?
As facinating as human stoeies where - and tehy WHERE!! - azirpahle was utterly delighted by the mis steps in recording them down. he was very careful that when he would make a copy of his own, to perfectly replicate all the little spashes of excess ink and smear of the quill, the extra letters or suprevouls words. when possible, he would try and buy the orginal piece when he found errors, or trade the human coppies - even offreing to make them a perfect copy with mistakes, or a copy with them corrected. it was the first thing he ever coveted from humans - their misprints.
duplicated the work - even with mircles to keep the ink flowing and to prefect strain or fatigue - was time cincuming, and the angel of hte eastern gate started many a worrysome practices in humans when he forgot himself, and spent too long locked away writing. he tried to explain to the early anchorites that just becuase he had remained unmoved for so long he once has moss take root in his curls, it was not a healthy thing for humans, not matter how pious, to mimic. it.. did not stop them. and even then, watching the number of men and the overwealming number of women who would find solice in such a a life, he could not imagine the life they must be leaving behind to find such joy in this one. He was more mortified to recieve a commindqation from heaven for leading humanity to such a practice.
the problem with mircibling books, is that azriaple knws just how difucult making them are. even with mordern printing presses, they stilll very labor insentive, and prone to mistakes. as such, he is complitily inacbable of miricling dublicates. it's not a probelm other angels have, since htye don't actualy understand how the written word works, but a uniquley aziraphle problem. one he really doesn't mind, becuase he enjoys reading them; not just fo their powety and flow and imagry, but fo rhte blotting of ink form a tired hand, or the miswritten stocke of a brush. did the human relaise their mistake? did they know theere was a misplelling, and decided to leave it, knwoing if they corrected it, it would just draw attention to it? did they hope the nexct scribe would catch it and fix it in the next copy trascibed? had they jsut stopped carring, untold pages already discareded, hours and days of work tossed aside for the same misatkes, and now jsut to weary to care?
As facinating as human stoeies where - and tehy WHERE!! - azirpahle was utterly delighted by the mis steps in recording them down. he was very careful that when he would make a copy of his own, to perfectly replicate all the little spashes of excess ink and smear of the quill, the extra letters or suprevouls words. when possible, he would try and buy the orginal piece when he found errors, or trade the human coppies - even offreing to make them a perfect copy with mistakes, or a copy with them corrected. it was the first thing he ever coveted from humans - their misprints.
duplicated the work - even with mircles to keep the ink flowing and to prefect strain or fatigue - was time cincuming, and the angel of hte eastern gate started many a worrysome practices in humans when he forgot himself, and spent too long locked away writing. he tried to explain to the early anchorites that just becuase he had remained unmoved for so long he once has moss take root in his curls, it was not a healthy thing for humans, not matter how pious, to mimic. it.. did not stop them. and even then, watching the number of men and the overwealming number of women who would find solice in such a a life, he could not imagine the life they must be leaving behind to find such joy in this one. He was more mortified to recieve a commindqation from heaven for leading humanity to such a practice.
