They both look terrible when you spill ink on them.
Flocks of writing desks (commonly known as a "scribble" of desks) are known to haunt church eaves and lonely dark woods, isolated moors, and blasted heaths, waiting in great numbers. If disturbed (usually by a dramatiis personae, or the lonely hoot of the deus ex machina, or occasionally by a stirring view) they will rise up in great clouds and swoop about, taking notes.
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"There is a time when the operation of the machine becomes so odious, makes you so sick at heart,
that you can't take part" [Mario Savo, 1964]