My pen makes a noise like a goose eating grass.
~ Jules Renard, Journal
Writing in 1893, Renard could not have imagined the impoverishment of such moments after the advent of the ballpoint. It’s a count against Argentina that it turned the birthday of Laszlo Biro into a national holiday. Biro’s little machine has done more to hasten the death of decent handwriting than even the typewriter. And my tapping at the keyboard, at least, sounds a little like the rain.