But for several years past Sasha had been repeating the same thing, like a copybook, and when he talked he seemed naïve and queer.
Anton Chekhov. The Schoomaster and Other Stories
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He held out his copybook. The word Sums was written on the headline. Beneath were sloping figures and at the foot a crooked signature with blind loops and a blot. Cyril Sargent: his name and seal.
James Joyce. Ulysses
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I wondered, at first, why I so often found Sophy writing in a copy-book; and why she always shut it up when I appeared, and hurried it into the table-drawer.
Charles Dickens. David Copperfield (1850)
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“You could just rest, honey. You could write some stuff in your little copybooks.”
John Kennedy Toole. A Confederacy of Dunces (1980)