The young man opened it and found inside an arabesque of words, scratched-out sentences, insertions, notes, marginal annotations; a cathedral of vowels, consonants, uppercase letters, lowercase letter, erasures, and changes, which Guérin scrutinized hungrily. He strained to decipher the irregular, brittle, jerky handwriting that filled every available space, page after page. Proust’s downward-slanting script was exceedingly angular, entangled, hastily scrawled.
(pg. 27, Proust’s Overcoat by Lorenza Foschini, uncorrected proof)
Our handwriting can say a lot about us and how we think, whether we want it to or not, unlike the print that computers show. There is definitely something more personal about seeing someone’s actual writing, about the process they went through. I wonder what my handwriting says about me, even if I seldom write things out anymore.
Teaser Tuesdays is hosted by MizB of Should Be Reading. Play along. The rules are easy and I only cheated a little. Grab your current read, open to a random page, and give us two teaser sentences. Remember, no spoilers.
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