Insecurity - Pregnant Men - For All The Wrong Reasons (CD, Album)

And I think it was the first time my daughter effortlessly succeeded in making me feel old. This had nothing to do with jealousy of the highly marketed hairless sensation on youtube, seriously.

Wait, that is jealousy, isn't it? But… those days are numbered dude. Justin and all his cute pop star pals are about to take my kid over like the exorcist did to Linda Blair. And with that, Pops here is about to transform into someone not-so-cool for the next 10 years or so. Until one day she wakes up and realizes that Justin is a douche and Daddy fucking rocks. Then there are the grey hairs on my head I found, quite a few actually. I was in a weird way thrilled at their arrival at first.

When I was little, my friends parents all seemed really old. All of them — old. I have actually always been rather proud of that. I look at all these other parents at my daughters elementary school and all over really.

I never felt old or bad. I never deemed it possible! I blame Justin. Fuck you Justin Bieber! Curse you and your pubescent hairless ball sac! Well one would think that anyone getting rocked this hard by lightning would die, but I survived.

Must be the pimp in me I guess? Recently returned to Gotham after years abroad, Twag was key in establishing order to the city in the wake of the Society's horrifying attack.

We now bring you live to City Hall where Mayor Grange issues her concerns about. Sionis- I wouldn't call it outright hatred, that's too strong a word I suppose it's more of an annoyance At any rate, this Twag character is no better. Worse even. Trust me on that. I've had my share of adversity thanks to those miserable, second-rate foes of mine: Sharks and Birds and Bats!

Kitten- Do you have poop for brains? Uhhh no. I didn't kill her. All I did was make some phone calls. Artie- That can't be it! I did that all the time, you were never that upset. Ice Cream at Giuseppe's!

You were eight then! That's your ma on the camera of course. Oh, there's me! Getting beat up by- Moving on- Ah yes. Gaige- The hell did you come from?! The hell did you come from?! Green eggs and fucking ham! I keep piling all my garbage on top of the shit that is already there. Or the bugs will come. It comes and goes.

I even heard thunder that shook me a little. Back out east I used to grab bag of popcorn and watch these very storms right on my porch. But real ones, not these wimpy fakes. Kind of like a really good movie, you know? The thrill of seeing the bolt and moments later feeling that massive boom in my bones was unparalleled.

I think I might take Friday off. I could un-retire my camera and go do that. Maybe in the rain that would be cool. I love love love pictures in the rain! Or I could go buy those damn trash bags. I really love my kids. Gia is finally starting to enjoy my company. I wish I could see her more. I let Chloe sleep in my bed two nights in a row. Apparently there are monsters under her bed.

We made a secret formula to keep them away. It consisted of milk, salt, and 2 carrots. Nothing to write about, just random thoughts. The photo at hand? Me hanging out on a cement slab down by the abandoned Navy Base one evening. I have the sun going down over my right shoulder and the Bay Bridge looming over my left shoulder. The album at hand? This song in particular I think illustrates the sentiment of my picture perfectly.

Video: Holes by Mercury Rev. He didn't know, did he? That much Drury had kept to himself. In the meantime, I trust you can deal with Karl Kyle? Does- Doesn't that take priority? And Abner Krill's been off the radar since Arkham. He fits the profile, Brown. We all hate Krill," he added hastily. And if Walker can teleport now, and he's making moves against the people who've hurt him, then it's only a matter of time before he makes his way here. He wouldn't go to Slabside, not for revenge," Chuck sighed.

Krill, Deathstroke, Strange, the entire League of Assassins; you. But there's no one he blames more than himself. Batman turned his head away. As the jet soared off into the night, Chuck ran his hand through his hair.

Hellhound slid his gloves back on, as he and Rigger walked up towards the group, his dog by their side. Resting against a nearby chimney, Chuck was now nursing Reardon's head wound with an ice pack.

Narrows territory. Ten sighed. I thought that, what, Sex Offenders Club of yours would've desensitised you to that. The trio watched the Beast pace in its' cell. It was on all fours, and every now and then, it'd start hissing, manically. At that point, Dragon King would press a button and send a electrical shock to the metal bars containing it. Gambler was staring at it, almost intently. Chancer shivered slightly, as the creature turned its' gaze toward him, licking its' lips.

We intend to study the Beast's brain patterns, and determine the source of its' immortality. Chancer was silent for a second as Album) eyed up his grandfather. When at last he spoke, it was with a slight hesitance. Sharpe shuddered slightly. Dragon King shook his head. Doctor King always theorised that body swapping was possible, but this? He transfers his very being by praying on the lust, the shame, the desire, of others. Theoretically, Mr Kyle is the answer to immortality in the only way that matters.

The mind. He is a wonderful specimen, wouldn't you say? Ito turned his head. Lovely, isn't she? You'll have plenty of time to warm to her after the wedding ceremony," Ito said, as he adjusted his apron. Ito cocked his head to one side, his eyes gleaming. Sharpe scratched the back of his scalp awkwardly. I don't really know your daughter, I just know that she scares me. Chancer looked at him indignantly.

Please, she doesn't even know you! I know you, man! Look, listen, maybe if I was drunk enough, I'd pull through it," he said reluctantly. Gambler marched back into the room, a silver six shooter in hand.

We have guests. Ito drew his sword, Chancer grabbed his bat off of the table, and the duo departed, leaving Stephen Sharpe alone with his prize. He pressed a button on the cell door, and the Beast arched its' back as it breathed in the fresh air.

Gambler coughed into his hankerchief, and pocketed the bloody tissue. The Misfits were making their way through the tunnels. Leading the charge was Hellhound, his dog sniffing along the ground.

Sharpe made sure he'd shaken free of Ito before approaching, laying his bat on the ground as a kind of peace offering. I could really use your help. I thought this was going to be the fun kind of cult, but suddenly Ito's gone all Scientology and has prepared a child bride for me. The Misfits shared a look between each other, before Reardon spoke, nursing his head injury. Not good, the opposite of good. I can't get married.

Blake and I made an agreement to remain bachelors indefinitely. Barring true love. And for me, that means D-cups. Look, I concede there's been mistakes on both sides-".

So let's grow some balls, and do this shit," Sharpe declared, as he turned around and ran back off towards the laboratory, Hellhound close behind him. Sharpe took a step backwards, slumped on the floor, was Blake's unconscious body. Hellhound pushed him aside as he walked towards it, and placed a gentle hand across its' face.

Then where did it go-? Walking towards them, the King of Cats, reborn. In an instant, the Beast swung under his legs, and knocked them out from under him. Sharpe landed on the stone floor with an uncomfortable thud. Next, it fired Gambler's pistol at the others; Chuck and Reardon retreated behind a table, but Hellhound let out another whistle, and the dog reached for the Beast's crotch. The creature picked it up by its' collar, and slung it against the wall. Hellhound drew his knife, and slashed the Beast around the chest.

It dropped the gun, snarled, and in returned, dug its' claws into his face, lapping his splattered blood, then kneeing him in the crotch. And then- Nothing. The gun fell to the ground. The Beast's laughter trailed off, then- silence. Hellhound opened his eyes; Stuck in the Beast's eye, was his own dagger, thrown there by none other than Thomas Blake.

The Beast's eyes contracted for a minute in shock, then, it stumbled backwards towards the ledge, and plunged into the watery depths below with a sickening squelch. Chancer let out a horrified yell, as he scaled the stairs down after it. Chancer rushed towards his grandfather's body, as suddenly, he was punched to the ground.

His daughter sulked, but obliged. Chancer wiped his eyes with his sleeve. Hellhound looked over to the others, and tutted irritably. Hellhound winked.

He only goes for sad cases anyhow. Has anyone displayed any recent, sudden urges of arousal? Chuck, Reardon, Blake and Rigger turned their heads toward him. What the hell are you doing here? Hellhound stroked Gambler's face and monologued privately. Wherever loneliness thrives and libidos rise, the King will be there. No matter how small, the king will be there, whispering tainted words, preying on fear, inciting arousal in the hearts of men. Perverting intimacy and love, the King will survive.

He always survives," Hellhound lamented softly. The door slammed open with a thud as Drury Walker, the Suit at his side, entered the living room, and hurled a suitcase at Axel. The house phone began to buzz, and he swore under his breath. The kids took a concerned step back.

Drury stared incredulously as, before he could answer it, The Suit grabbed the phone and held it to its' head, nodding along as the caller spoke, before finally handing it back to him. Gar and I- Well, you're his emergency contact- I didn't know who else to call. Her voice was trembling. We were walking home from work, and it happened so fast, but-". This seems to be my claim to fame. The jackpot in this case is half of you viewing my photos.

At least until her breasts start growing. Apparently now she needs size 4?! I just purchased three pairs of the size 3 two weeks ago. Per her suggestion! Was I really incapable of measuring the kids shoe IN the shoe store and doing the whole purchase process properly? No, I could of. Instead, I relied on my 3rd grader to just tell me. I just plopped one on her, had her gallop around the aisle with 1 shoe on and the other in tow tied by a string.

This probably looked like a retard convention to anyone watching. Nope, just my way of trying on the kids shoes. Well guess what? Shoes are too small. The 8 year old was wrong. How peculiar. I had to bring Chloe her lunch she forgot in her car yesterday. This whole scene kind of was prompted by this phone call:.

I show up with the lunch and the school secretary lady up front has this big smile her face regarding the shoes and lunch. I could tell she was thinking something like this:. But am I that marvelous? I could have measured the feet. I could have made sure she grabbed the lunch. I could of got her on time to school. A single dad at that! Not only are my blunders not perceived as negative as they would for a fulltime single mom. On the contrary my slip-ups are perceived as CUTE.

How cute the kids toes not fitting. At least he got her the shoes, how adorable is him kissing her. But more to do with the lack of a job the rest of the fathers in America have done up until this point. My conclusion: Try harder. Do yer job Daddy-O! I walk beside these hulking, monstrous, silent sentinels, and I know that when I breath my last breath, when my heart beats its last pump of drug diluted blood, and my body becomes part of this sludge we call "Home", they'll resurrect me.

Emotionless and without thought, that which is the only thing that liberates me from the oppression they call life down here, I'll be reprogrammed like a piece of circuitry. They tell you when you sign up that in order for society to make its strides towards success and progress everyone must walk in the same direction. For anyone to gain that nirvana that awaits once you clock out one last time would be to take two steps backwards. We all know that's just bullshit, but the pay is good, and the drugs let us get one step closer to that relief we all seek.

The high is cheap, but so is life. So I walk side by side, with some curse soul. Repairing the infrastructure made for the rich, and maintained by the scum. I'll never understand its pain, but it can't even understand the word "pain". It's some kind of fucked-up joke really. No longer can I use the future to escape the reality in which I live like I did when I was younger. Because I see my future beside me. It's physical.

It's as real as me. The second I signed that contract, I signed my life, actually my death, away to some corporation as lifeless, cold and ugly as the goblin I call my guardian down here in the abyss. It's built to look ugly on purpose. I really wanted to use that center piece after getting a couple of the old Exo Force sets.

I just want to offer a quick explanation of what in the holy hell I am doing with this project. I quit for 10 straight days around March and decided to come back, hence the lapse that marks every photo after that.

And for a while, I was able to edit it and write about it the same day I took the photo. But I stopped doing that a while ago. So now? Fuck it, why not? And the location is there too. I have too much fucking shit in my caption. Yeah — get it. Lesson learned. I took the babe back down to crab cove, which was the same place I went the day before on day After various unsuccessful attempts at producing a picture worth a shit and the sun hastily going down, I spotted these benches.

I quickly gave the babestar my cell phone, blackberry, and sunglasses and threw her on top of the table. This essentially is a portrait of the babe with me sneaking in just because I had to. I kind of feel like I cheated because my addition to this photo in effect detracts from it.

Stupid self-portrait project! The music has the right balance of electronica versus rock. Video: Combat Baby by Metric. Now you don't have to read all of the twaddle below.

When hybrid mesh heads first hit the grid, aroundI'll admit I was bewitched. Those perfectly-proportioned, exquisitely detailed faces were quite a leap from the blocky, basic avatar mesh. But, this was pre-bento, so, you couldn't alter the features in any way.

Hence, the Logo Chloe always looked like Chloe, and Snow Rabbit's Nea always looked like Nea, and the personality of the individual avatar was all but lost. Sure you could customize them with a 3rd party skin and a bit of makeup, but you'd always be able to spot those designer heads a mile away. I loved looking at them, but, they weren't for me. Then, bento came along, and that felt like just the thing I was waiting for.

I ran from one crowded store to another snapping up head and skin demos and high-tailed it back to my skybox to indulge in an orgy of narcissistic self-discovery. Which combo defined me? Which head would give me the greatest flexibility to re-sculpt my, by then, years-in-SL face into the Runt I recognized? Like everyone, probably, I recoiled in horror seeing my carefully-constructed SL shape bent and bloated into an absolute monstrosity when I tried on that first demo.

Big forehead, tiny eyes, weird, pinched little mouth, it was terrifying. And hilarious. But once I made peace with the fact that I'd have to commit to major facial reconstruction from the ground up to suit these new mesh heads, I slowly saw Runt re-emerge.

Her sly, feline eyes. Her small, plump, smirk. The hungry delicacy of her cheekbones and chin. I was able to faithfully reconstruct her without too many uncomfortable compromises. Except for one thing I had gotten used to a plethora of tattoo layers to make her look Her face and body told a story.

She had dark circles under her eyes from a mostly nocturnal life. Her misspent youth whiled away in seedy punk clubs, drinking and smoking to excess.

She had a tracery of blue veins visible beneath her pale, sun-starved flesh. She had gnarly body bruises and abrasions from rollerderby accidents.

The occasional scar or lovebite for spice. And let's not forget about the makeup! Tons and TONS of slap; loud, bright, wild streaks of war-paint meant to play off her insane outfits, her tropical-parrot dyed hair, or sometimes just a particularly gaudy pair of boots. I mean, there were times I had her in at least a dozen different eye and lip makeups layered on at once. So, now, here I am, suddenly met with this mesh body and head which maxes out at 2 or 3 onionskin layers and, well, you can see the dilemma.

Bruises or veins? Stretch marks or cellulite? Tattoos or nah? And forget about the face! Having to choose between a greasy, screaming, acid-green smear of eyemakeup tamed with a perfectly-executed flick of liquid liner, or forgoing one or the other for my beloved shadowy eye-bags was helland I don't think I'm being overly-dramatic when I say that. I'd swap back and forth between appliers, shoving them into HUD save-slots to re-layer once they got knocked off, and I was never really satisfied with the results.

She'd have her eccentric makeup choices neatly Insecurity - Pregnant Men - For All The Wrong Reasons (CD place, albeit, a tamed-down version of them, but underneath was this disturbingly flawless skin. I didn't recognize that insipidly pretty face, and what's worse, I didn't like it. Runt was never, ever meant to be perfect.

She just looked all wrong. I didn't realize how much the lack of choice fucked with me until bakes-on-mesh came along. I had taken a long break from SL over the summer, and found I didn't really miss it.

When I came back, I had a ton of projects on my mind, friends to reconnect with, and a lot of re-organizing to do, so, of course I overdosed, which only made me want to flee from it more. Until Firestorm released their BoM viewer, of course. I'll admit, I logged in with a curiosity that felt more like a sense of duty than anything truly fun. I dug around in the depths of my inventory until I Insecurity - Pregnant Men - For All The Wrong Reasons (CD an old skin that mapped the planes and valleys of a mesh it was never made for acceptably enough.

I frowned at all the places it didn't. Areolas smeared to a pink Album). Fingers and toes with nailbeds stretched beyond all recognition. Body shading that didn't quite match up with the peaks and hollows of my physique. I cursed the inability to use my fairly recently-acquired skin that had fit everything so well before. Mapping issues aside, the details of the face looked a bit dated, too.

This wasn't going at all well. But then I found those I don't know what it was, but something about putting on these thick, bold, black eyebrows that had traveled with me over several skins, chosen specifically so long ago for their ferocity, unlocked some kind of joy in me. That wry, sarcastic face from the past suddenly smirked at me like; 'Sup bitch? Remember me? By the time I found my haggard, sleep-deprived little eye-bags, I was gone.

Way gone, daddy-o. And it was that good, old, pure love of early SL. Vintage love. That love I didn't think I'd get back, because I thought the magic was gone. The love that literally built the Dastardly Twins. Once I'd finally got Runt's baseline texture sorted out, I started exploring all those old tattoo layer makeups, and I discovered something else; cosmetic creators were really ballsy back in the day! Some of this stuff was really out there. You know, kind of Lots of deep, rich, raccoon-eyed shadows smeared on with a heavy hand.

It made me realize how conservative things had gotten in recent years. I did a deeper dive and found that a lot of the more innovative makeup designers from back then appeared to be, sadly, out of the game. Nuuna, which offered some truly arresting costume-style makeups that covered whole sections of the face in some really intense colors was long gone, though some really cool stuff still exists on the marketplace.

Glamorize, who offered super-affordable and brilliant things like modular eyemakeup kits where you could build from a selection of different colored bases and add your choice of cut-crease and browbone accent, or sheer lip glosses that painted just the center of the lip, meant to be layered over lipcolors, adding interest and dimension.

And Mock, who somehow mastered the art of creating makeups that didn't mask out the skin beneath it, yet still had amazing and intense color payoff. Not to mention how sensationally those cosmetics blended with others! Mocksoup Gravesif you're out there, and I know you are, because you randomly burst out with excitement in Album) group chat one day declaring the joys of BoM before I had discovered it myself, I hope you're thinking about coming back!

While my favorite Mock creation might always be her Adam Ant style warpaint stripes how I missed those! That might have been the most orgasmic of all the folders I rediscovered, I think. They're these heavy, color-rich, smoked-out eyeshadows that look a little worn-in, like you partied too hard and then slept in them. They look a little reckless, careless, messy and dangerous.

Very Runt, and punk af. I feel like punk used to be a much more prevalent fashion genre in the early years of SL. Once upon a time, creators wouldn't think about releasing a pair of Doc Marten boots or Converse high tops without including some beat-up versions in their HUDs.

Tights and other hosiery always came with a ripped and shredded option. Jackets could be found patched with electrical tape, and feathers and fun-fur accessories were abundant. And where have all the mohawks gone?! Top hair creators had whole mohawk sections in their stores back then!

Is punk dead in SL? When did everything get so clean and safe? Anyway, I digress. My point is that I think bakes-on-mesh might be the most exciting update to SL in years.

Shit, possibly ever! The refined physical articulation of bento was a massive breakthrough, but with bakes-on-mesh, now we can really own it. It feels like customization is back in the hands of the user again, not to mention the freedom it gives creators! I really hope both camps take that ball and run with it. Let's get crazy! Let's get messy! Let's get weird!

Look, I'm not shitting on pretty. If you want to be beautiful, be beautiful. Avevano il vantaggio di essere riutilizzabili: la cera poteva essere fusa e riformare una "pagina bianca".

Erano utilizzate anche le cortecce di albero, come per esempio quelle della Tiliae altri materiali consimili. La parola greca per papiro come materiale di scrittura biblion e libro biblos proviene dal porto fenicio di Bibloda dove si esportava il papiro verso la Grecia.

Tomus fu usato dai latini con lo stesso significato di volumen vedi sotto anche la spiegazione di Isidoro di Siviglia.

Che fossero fatti di papiro, pergamena o carta, i rotoli furono la forma libraria dominante della cultura ellenisticaromanacinese ed ebraica. Gli autori cristiani potrebbero anche aver voluto distinguere i loro scritti dai testi pagani scritti su rotoli. La storia del libro continua a svilupparsi con la graduale transizione dal rotolo al codexspostandosi dal Vicino Oriente del II - II millennio a.

Fino al II secolo d. All'arrivo del Medioevocirca mezzo millennio dopo, i codici - di foggia e costruzione in tutto simili al libro moderno - rimpiazzarono il rotolo e furono composti principalmente di pergamena.

Quattro son troppi? Anche nei suoi distici, Marziale continua a citare il codex: un anno prima del suddetto, una raccolta di distici viene pubblicata con lo scopo di accompagnare donativi.

Questa mole composta da numerosi fogli contiene quindici libri poetici del Nasone». Dal II secolo a. Nel mondo antico non godette di molta fortuna a causa del prezzo elevato rispetto a quello del papiro. Il libro in forma di rotolo consisteva in fogli preparati da fibre di papiro phylire disposte in uno strato orizzontale lo strato che poi riceveva la scrittura sovrapposto ad uno strato verticale la faccia opposta.

La scrittura era effettuata su colonne, generalmente sul lato del papiro che presentava le fibre orizzontali. Non si hanno molte testimonianze sui rotoli di pergamena tuttavia la loro forma era simile a quella dei libri in papiro. Gli inchiostri neri utilizzati erano a base di nerofumo e gomma arabica. Dal II secolo d. La vecchia forma libraria a rotolo scompare in ambito librario.

In forma notevolmente differente permane invece in ambito archivistico. Questo mezzo, permettendo l'accelerazione della produzione delle copie di testi contribuisce alla diffusione del libro e della cultura. Altri suoi distici rivelano che tra i regali fatti da Marziale c'erano copie di Virgiliodi Cicerone e Livio. Le parole di Marziale danno la distinta impressione che tali edizioni fossero qualcosa di recentemente introdotto.

Sono stati rinvenuti "taccuini" contenenti fino a dieci tavolette. Nel tempo, furono anche disponibili modelli di lusso fatti con tavolette di avorio invece che di legno. Ai romani va il merito di aver compiuto questo passo essenziale, e devono averlo fatto alcuni decenni prima della fine del I secolo d. Il grande vantaggio che offrivano rispetto ai rolli era la capienza, vantaggio che sorgeva dal fatto che la facciata esterna del rotolo era lasciata in bianco, vuota. Il codice invece aveva scritte entrambe le facciate di ogni pagina, come in un libro moderno.

La prima pagina porta il volto del poeta. I codici di cui parlava erano fatti di pergamena ; nei distici che accompagnavano il regalo di una copia di Omeroper esempio, Marziale la descrive come fatta di "cuoio con molte pieghe". Ma copie erano anche fatte di fogli di papiro. Quando i greci ed i romani disponevano solo del rotolo per scrivere libri, si preferiva usare il papiro piuttosto che la pergamena. I ritrovamenti egiziani ci permettono di tracciare il graduale rimpiazzo del rotolo da parte del codice.

Fece la sua comparsa in Egitto non molto dopo il tempo di Marziale, nel II secolo d. Il suo debutto fu modesto. A tutt'oggi sono stati rinvenuti 1. Verso il d. I ritrovamenti egiziani gettano luce anche sulla transizione del codex dal papiro alla pergamena.

Sebbene gli undici codici della Bibbia datati in quel secolo fossero papiracei, esistono circa 18 codici dello stesso secolo con scritti pagani e quattro di questi sono in pergamena. Non ne scegliemmo alcuno, ma ne raccogliemmo altri otto per i quali gli diedi dracme in conto. Il codex tanto apprezzato da Marziale aveva quindi fatto molta strada da Roma.

Nel terzo secolo, quando tali codici divennero alquanto diffusi, quelli di pergamena iniziarono ad essere popolari. In breve, anche in Egittola fonte mondiale del papiroil codice di pergamena occupava una notevole quota di mercato. Sono tutti di pergamena, edizioni eleganti, scritti in elaborata calligrafia su sottili fogli di pergamena.

Per tali edizioni di lusso il papiro era certamente inadatto. In almeno un'area, la giurisprudenza romanail codex di pergamena veniva prodotto sia in edizioni economiche che in quelle di lusso. La caduta dell'Impero romano nel V secolo d. Il papiro divenne difficile da reperire a causa della mancanza di contatti con l' Antico Egitto e la pergamenache per secoli era stata tenuta in secondo piano, divenne il materiale di scrittura principale.

I monasteri continuarono la tradizione scritturale latina dell' Impero romano d'Occidente. La tradizione e lo stile dell' Impero romano predominavano ancora, ma gradualmente emerse la cultura del libro medievale.

I monaci irlandesi introdussero la spaziatura tra le parole nel VII secolo. L'innovazione fu poi adottata anche nei Paesi neolatini come l'Italiaanche se non divenne comune prima del XII secolo. Si ritiene che l'inserimento di spazi tra le parole abbia favorito il passaggio dalla lettura semi-vocalizzata a quella silenziosa.

Prima dell'invenzione e della diffusione del torchio tipograficoquasi tutti i libri venivano copiati a mano, il che li rendeva costosi e relativamente rari.

I piccoli monasteri di solito possedevano al massimo qualche decina di libri, forse qualche centinaio quelli di medie dimensioni. Il processo della produzione di un libro era lungo e laborioso.

Infine, il libro veniva rilegato dal rilegatore. Esistono testi scritti in rosso o addirittura in oro, e diversi colori venivano utilizzati per le miniature. A volte la pergamena era tutta di colore viola e il testo vi era scritto in oro o argento per esempio, il Codex Argenteus. Per tutto l'Alto Medioevo i libri furono copiati prevalentemente nei monasteri, uno alla volta.

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