Briefly, from Book History Workshop

[caitri]

Handsetting type is very Zen for the first hour. Then it increasingly becomes more arduous and irritating, starting with the accumulation of lead grit on your fingertips, and then as your eyes get increasingly dazed by picking out the type (12 point font? Not that big when you're picking up letterform slugs!!) you start to fuck up more and have to correct yourself with overly large and fussy tweezers that hinder far more than they help, except to use your fingers you have to wobble the type you just spent HOURS setting.

Tomorrow we're casting type. I look forward to melting metal. I think it will give me vengeance somehow.

More later.