Our classmate Patti sent this short piece from curatormagazine.com, and I decided to pass it along, especially as it correlates rather directly with the transition from medieval book culture to the moveable-print technology that characterizes early modern book culture. Although I deeply object to the theological implications of the essay's final sentence, I find that it too is part of the dialogue.
Sadly, I never really learned cursive. I switched elementary schools in the middle of the 2nd grade. My new school, St. Luke, was far in advance of St. Joan of Arc, and they had pretty much finished the cursive basics by the time I arrived. I was also left-handed. The nuns at St. Luke, most of them anyway, thought I was defective and not worth the trouble of reforming to right-handedness. This is why, to this very day, my handwriting is atrocious. I blame it all on the nuns.
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