Here is our page of type locked up in the bed of the press using wooden furniture and quoins to exert pressure. We'll see some printing next time.
As I was setting the type for a page of The Golden Key an image was presented that struck me as being one that runs through much of fantasy literature .
...Anon an exquisite shadow group of gambolling children would be followed by the loveliest female form, and that again by the grand stride of a Titanic shape, each disappearing in the surrounding press of shadowy foliage...
This recurring vision of a giant figure striding through various scenes yet being obscured, only revealing small, fragmented glimpses could have come from Cabell, Dunsany, Lovecraft and so many more. Certainly an image that stretches back to the beginning of Man's imagination. Sometimes sinister, yet always intriguing.
