This is an editing office,
Crossroads of civilization,
Refuge of the languages of art and science
Against the ravages of opacity, ignorance and sloth,
Armory of the plain, lucid truth.
From this place words fly abroad
Not to spread error and confusion
But on wings of light and power.
Friend, you stand on sacred ground:
This is an editing office.
— Thanks and a tip of the hat
to “This Is a Printing Office”
by Beatrice Warde (1900–1969)