November 08, 2024
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Comments for: Recalling the sound of my father’s writing

They thundered, those percussive strokes of my father’s fingers on his manual typewriter. This is my earliest and most enduring emblem of written language, and of dad’s verbal gifts. His Royal typewriter was a word engine: a gleaming black industrial mechanism, a factory of printing, hammering letters directly… Read More

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