The wisdom of a scribe cometh by his time of leisure: and he that is l — Scribe

"At new year, on the day of rites, the lady libates water on the holy. [...] On the day when the bowls of rations are inspected, Nance also inspects the servants during the appointments. Her chief scribe Nisaba places the precious tablets on her knees and takes a golden stylus in her hand. She arranges the servants in single file for Nance and then it will be decided whether or not a leather-clad servant can enter before her in his leather, whether or not a linen-clad servant can pass before her in his linen. Any registered and [...] hired person about whom observers and witnesses claim to witness his fleeing from the house will be terminated in his position. [...] The king who always cares for the faithful servants, Haia, the man in charge of registration, registers on a tablet him who is said to be a faithful servant of his lady but deletes from the tablet her who is said not to be the maidservant of her lady."

"The pencil that once freely traced the line Along the ruler’s straight and even side— The blade that shaped the reed-pen’s edges fine— The ruler too, the hand’s unswerving guide— The rugged pumice-stone, whose rasping kiss Sharpened the blunted reed-pen’s double lip— The sponge, uptorn from Neptune’s deep abyss, To cleanse the text from accidental slip— The desk of many cells, that did contain His ink, and all materials of his trade— The scribe to Hermes gives. After long strain, Palsied by age, his hand to rest is laid."