Esther Silvius
March 10, 1958
Effective Writing
Miss Johnson
My typewriter is a black and chromium monster with a vocabulary larger than any dictionary. It has no mind, so it cannot think. It has no mouth, so it cannot speak. It can’t even hear, yet it obeys my slightest command. It sits there, silent as a tomb, until I tap it with my fingers; then it comes to life and clatters and bangs, but I can silence it just by raising my hands. It writes letters, but cannot read them; it makes mistakes, but doesn’t care; it just sits there.
Teacher’s comment: A-
Good writing