I needed to search for an idea, and typed “the vale of bad scribes.”
This vale of tears, filled with bad scribes. The mountain valley where no good scribe will venture to teach decent techniques. The steep alley off the main drag where the bad scribes, who can’t afford the rent in a better location, set up shop. The retirement community for those whose eyes are poor and hands shaky. I can think of so many interpretations of this phrase, though it wasn’t what I was looking for.