The Curse of the Copy-Paste King

And every time a junior writer complained of writer’s block, Leo would smile and send the same link.

The result was a disaster. The tool spit out: "The big clock hand that moves in circles goes fast around the metal circle."

"Don't steal," he'd say. "Translate."

Leo tried it. He pasted the same sentence: "The sweeping second hand glides like a silent metronome across the guilloché dial."