"Ream" Quotes from Famous Books
 ... country printing offices, Mme. Sechard invested all the proceeds in the Shepherd's Calendar, and began it upon a large scale. Millions of copies of this work are sold annually in France. It is printed upon even coarser paper than the Almanac of Liege, a ream (five hundred sheets) costing in the first instance about four francs; while the printed sheets sell at the rate of a halfpenny apiece—twenty-five francs ...
— Eve and David • Honore de Balzac
... guid auld Scotch drink! Whether through wimplin' worms thou jink, Or, richly brown, ream o'er the brink In glorious faem, Inspire me, till I lisp and wink To sing thy name. ...
— The Poet's Poet • Elizabeth Atkins
... shouldn't they crib stationery? One of your literary vagabonds who is capable of stabbing a reputation, who is capable of telling any monstrous falsehood to support his party, is surely capable of stealing a ream of paper." ...
— Roundabout Papers • William Makepeace Thackeray
... We're all millionaires and we may as well go in big while we're at it. What is one-fifty for such a ream of wisdom as we're going to ...
— Paul and the Printing Press • Sara Ware Bassett
... simple enough, and, for that matter, a certain kind of triolet can be written by the ream. But to put the eight lines together in such a way that the refrain comes in freshly each time, is often a day's work. In a much lighter vein it is permissible to pun in the repeated lines so that the last repetition comes ...
— Rhymes and Meters - A Practical Manual for Versifiers • Horatio Winslow
... man!' exclaimed my aunt in a low voice. 'He'd write letters by the ream, if it was a ...
— David Copperfield • Charles Dickens
... roaming the world on the back of an army, becomes writing-paper; and those who write or who read are familiar with the habits and morals of an insect called the "paper-louse," an insect of really marvellous celerity and behavior; it undergoes its mysterious transformations in a ream of white paper which you have carefully put away; you see it gliding and frisking along in its shining robe, that looks like isinglass or mica,—truly a little ...
— Sons of the Soil • Honore de Balzac |
