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The transition from typewriter to computer I have raised quite a few small uncertainties in my work. One was whether I should say that we should be given "a computer." Until relatively recently, the term has continued to seem strange, as a surprise guest who did not quite fit the customs of my house. When no student typed, I kept saying that we should be given written "a machine." It is true that the term did not appear surprising, but we know that students are practical and they forgive the ugly details of speech coach. I ended up agreeing that "a computer", although something tells me the stomach every time I utter the words.

Moreover, today, when the computer no longer needs to differentiate itself from the typewriter-quiet to very low, because it has a truly unique entity, it would be wrong as in the case of mobile ringtones phones that mimic the ring-ring of the old house phones, computer keyboard incorporated to the satisfaction of the old nostalgic and of those who are nostalgic for what they have not lived, that incorporate, say, the sound of the keys of a typewriter, a mechanical noise whose power unmistakable pass through walls of houses. Proust said that once learned the cadence of a writer had no trouble making pastiches of it, because it was something like hum a tune in which the content is not essential. Every writer has a music and once learned you can imitate, even if the content comic effects of imitation collides with the writer's ideas, but the text sounds like yours.

I imagine that each of the writers pictured in this gallery produced a different cadence al teclear, más allá de que estuvieran describiendo, paisajes, cuerpos, narrando hechos o escribiendo diálogos. Behan parece aporear las teclas con rabia, Sagan  coquetear con la escritura, A. Christie querer dejar para después el indicio clave, Cheever contento por un rato, Faulkner un mercenario redactando un informe, Hemingway lo de siempre, Highsmith dueña de su oficio, y Roth, encerrado en su cenobio, como si no hubiese matado nunca a una mosca

Fuente de las imágenes: Guardian