“Color has washed from his hair and eyes like cheap ink. A straight man, who has measured his life with the pica-stick and locked the forms tight, he has returned in the morning and found the type scrambled.”
John Updike, from Rabbit, Run
I love when I find printmaking jargon in places I don’t expect it.
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