I first came across this beautiful word in the following passage:
Not far from my cottage on the downs is a barn known as the Old Barn. It is surrounded by a wall and there is a cow-pond within the enclosure. It is the very place for a man of philosophic temper to visit. It might have been built here on the bare hills for no other purpose than human meditation. It resembles a diminutive Abbey Church standing within its garth. Its walls are constructed of huge blocks of chalk and if you enter the windowless building, crowded now with farm implements, and examine the masonry closely, it is soon revealed that the white flat surfaces have been used by generations of Dorset labourers as tablets for the simple graphetai of their days.
- Llewellyn Powys The Tolpuddle Martyrs
George Loveless was one of my ancestors.
This white page, these keys, this screen
form the graphetai of my days.