Scribbler

I'm a compulsive scribbler.

You're a compulsive scribbler.

The scribbler, pinch'd with hunger, writes to dine.

"That's what I have been talking to you, sir - scientific gibberish! Did you think you could match cunning with me - you with your walnut of a brain? You think you are omnipotent, you infernal scribblers, don't you? That your praise can make a man and your blame can break him?"

You speak as if Lady Whistledown were to be held in higher regard than Her Majesty the Queen herself. You give far too much credit to some anonymous scribbler.