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Tuesday, March 26, 2013

Pilgrimage to type heaven

It's not backward, but upside down, and any old printer can easily read it. 
He was a goldsmith with a gold mine of an idea, and in 1440-1450 in the Middle Ages he changed world history and culture, making possible the Renaissance and the Reformation and the middle class and freedom and much more. I visited the Gutenberg Museum in Mainz, Germany, last week, and felt like I was on holy ground. As an old printer, I found myself at home among the artifacts, the displays, the presses, the type, the Bibles, and yes, the rich, unique smell of ink and presswash.  I'm still digesting all of this, but more is to come soon.

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