Click. Clack. Bleed.

 

“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed.”
-Ernest Hemmingway

Tolkien's was a beast. Hemmingway referred to his as an automatic weapon.  Woody Allen may or may not have gotten his tongue caught in his. Cormac McCarthy resold his for $254,000. Steinbeck's was second fiddle to a seashell ashtray and a pencil. Enjoy Benjamin Law's Typewriters and the Men Who Love Them.