The Word Garden
Sep 09, 2020
2 minutes
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‘From this place WORDS may fly abroad. Not to perish on waves of sound, Not to vary with the writer’s hand, But fixed in time, Having been verified by proof.’ Words from a type specimen hanging above the printing press in my hall. ‘Friend, you stand on sacred ground. This is a printing office.’
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