Rita's shop had great kettles where she would brew thick fibrous stew. She 
spread the stew thinly over screens to draw out the water and flattened it with 
a great hand-cranked press to make paper, thick and rough-edged and subtly 
colored from the thousands of tiny fibers wending through it. When she had a 
stack of paper made, she would take it next door to a shop with a sharp oily 
smell, where a bearded man with a smudged apron would run it through another 
big hand-cranked machine. When it came out of this machine, it had letters on 
the top, giving the name and address of a lady in New Atlantis.