A**e about (type) face

I am coming to the end of Simon Garfield's wonderful book about fonts, eeking out the last few chapters as you do when you don't want a book to end.
It has made me look with much more care at everything, trying to identify fonts and passing judgement on the appropriateness or wisdom of choices, wonderfing about the people who designed them.

Then I remembered this beauty that I got from college over twenty years ago when the type room was being dismatled in favour of PCs. Setting type is a lost art; eye-wateringly close work and painfully slow, then rolling out the ink on slabs of gorgeously smooth stone and applying it to the metal or wooden type. But there is so much satisfaction when you peel back the paper revealing something hopefully legible and beautfiul that can never be matched by a monitor and mouse!