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2001-10-08

Earlier, about 15:25 or so, I walked through the doors to Växjö’s now only used bookshop. The air had that certain tension that occurs sometimes, the one that tell you that today is your lucky day. As usual, it was correct, because down there, in the lower floor it was: Grafiska Yrken vol. 1 from 1956, a huge hardback edition, they didn’t have the other two volumes, but my wallet couldn’t handle more than this anyway so it was for the better.

I silently flipped through the pages four times before I actually decided to buy it. When I got home I sat down and just forgot everything about time. The pictures! Amazing how old things just looks cool. That they often lack proper chassis, and you actually see every spring and gear might be a cause. Take the linotype-machine for instance. Can it get more arcane than this?

Probably, but it’s quite hard. And this was only the beginning, there where about sixty pages that only were on the subject of the different type machines and their ilk. Great stuff.