ago years we have come to know us. We sniffed cautiously approached respectfully. You were once briefly in my own home, only for a weekend. Your pages between my fingers, your heavy weight in my lap. Full of curiosity, I wanted to know more of you know what you have to tell. You spoke quietly and to the point of sentence and write modes. Fell into enthusiasm for the detailed typography and was vigorously at the wrong award of land titles and plays quick-tempered. The harmony between image and text you was just as important as active awards and the struggle between dead and living headings. The prior Pagina a sanctuary. We spent the best hours, until my head was hard and embedded on your soft cover.
But then came the separation - you must return test. I was left alone. For years I languished at you in passing, let my eyes always linger a little too long on you. The memory of your wisdom and my curiosity was too great als dass sie den Schleier des Vergessens über Dich hätte werfen können.
Jetzt - nach fast fünf Jahren - sind wir wieder vereint. Endlich. Für immer. Du bist leichter, Deine raue graue Decke hat einem flexibleren und glatten Softcover Platz machen müssen. Doch Dein Wesen hat sich nicht verändert, Du bist immer noch derselbe. Auf die gemeinsamen Nächte freue ich mich jetzt schon, Du abartig bestes Typografie-Buch aller Zeiten.
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