there is but one editor, alone and mighty in the highest room of a remote monastery. Minions bring his food, cut his toenails etc, and a special band of manuscript illuminators hand-paint the pink squares with which AB Ed communicates with his followers.
I thought it was like Willy Wonka's factory, with Oompah Luumpahs running about with keyboards and dictionaries and encyclopedias, responding to the Ed's clipped precise commands from his lofty throne at the far end of a very very big room .....