In idleness, and because he could do nothing further with words, he began to draw little figures in the blank spaces, heads meant to resemble her head, blots fringed with flames meant to represent-perhaps the entire universe.
"Night and Day"
Virginia Woolf
Where the sunlight falls, there steeple or house glows and shines; when it has passed, the haze that is really there, though itself invisible, instantly blots out the picture.
"Hodge and His Masters"
Richard Jefferies
Of his school-days, a record with all the blots and errors worked into the text and made to do duty for ornaments.
"Somehow Good"
William de Morgan