Once upon a time, there was a man whose job required him to write beautiful handwriting. He could meet the other requirements of his position, but he could not write beautiful handwriting. So he placed an advertisement looking for someone who could write. There were so many applications that it could almost fill a bucket. But he can only admit one person. He admitted the first person to apply. The man's handwriting was as beautiful as that produced by the best typewriter. This gentleman with a job has some talent for writing articles. When his article was written in such a beautiful font, everyone said: "It's so beautifully written!"
"This is my score." The writer said that he was actually worth half a penny. After listening to these compliments for a week, he became proud and longed to become a person with a position.
He certainly would have made a good calligraphy instructor, and he certainly looked presentable when he showed up to a tea party wearing a white tie. But he wanted to write, and he wanted to destroy all writers. So he began to write about painting and sculpture, drama and music.
He writes a bunch of horrible crap. When the stuff was written so badly, he wrote it again the next day, saying it was a typographical error.
In fact, everything he wrote was composed of typographical errors, and in the typography (which was an unfortunate thing), one could not see the beautiful calligraphy that was his only specialty.
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