...there was practically one handwriting common to the whole school when it came to writing lines. It resembled the movements of a fly that had fallen into an ink-pot, and subsequently taken a little brisk exercise on a sheet of foolscap by way of restoring the circulation.
I prefer the pen. There is something elemental about the glide and flow of nib and ink on paper.
I'm in one of the few professions where one still encounters swaths of handwriting on a regular basis - education.
I never did calligraphy... But handwriting is an entirely different kind of thing. It's part of the syndrome of modernism... It's part of that asceticism.
The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery.
As historians, we spend days in archives, gazing at account books. We train would-be historians in the arts of deciphering letters and documents, early Latin, scribal handwriting, medieval French.
A woman's perfume tells more about her than her handwriting.
You may not be able to read a doctor's handwriting and prescription, but you'll notice his bills are neatly typewritten.
Poets don't draw. They unravel their handwriting and then tie it up again, but differently.