"This stuff is as slow as molasses... in Jan-u-ary."
Richard laughed as he replaced the tusche with ashphaltum.
"It's going to be very dark... dark as my soul."
Then he put a piece of paper on the stone, blotters on the paper, a greasey plastic tympan on the blotter, and ran them through the press.
"Let's see what we get ...
Richard's student, Jackie, watched while he printed.