Toad’s Wild Ride

I’ve commented on this notion in previous incarnations of this blog, but the thought returns again and again – and like Toad, our effervescent hero from Kenneth Grahame’s The Wind in the Willows – I feel lucky to have been carried away by this simply wonderful hobby/diversion called letterpress printing.  The author says it this way:
 “As if in a dream Toad found himself, somehow, seated in the driver’s seat; as if in a dream, he pulled the lever and swung the car round the yard and out through the archway; and, as if in a dream, all sense of right and wrong, all fear of obvious consequences, seemed temporarily suspended. He increased his pace, and as the car devoured the street and leapt forth on the high road through the open country, he was only conscious that he was Toad once more, Toad at his best and highest, Toad the terror, the traffic-queller, the Lord of the lone trail, before whom all must give way or be smitten into nothingness and everlasting night. He chanted as he flew, and the car responded with sonorous drone; the miles were eaten up under him as he sped he knew not wither, fulfilling his instincts, living his hour, reckless of what might come to him.”

That’s me and my letterpress. I can’t say it better. And if you haven’t read this delightful little jewel – you have not yet lived ‘the complete life’. Seek it out (alibris.com)

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