to repress a vinyl record

His hands had made a dint, and hurt his maid; / Explored her limb by limb, and feared to find / So rude a gripe had left a livid mark behind.

Ye Glo-worms, whose officious Flame To wandring Mowers shows the way, That in the Night have lost their aim, And after foolish Fires do stray;

When I started chewing on this topic, my thoughts centered on a very literal vision: a superginormous sheet for authors to compose on.