From the King of Cursive...
I received awards for penmanship in grammar school. The stern nuns that taught me found in my handwriting laudable traits, which, for small periods of time, outweighed my incompetence in other subjects and tasks (math was wicked sorcery and left handed scissors indescribably mean). For years I found joy in the act of putting a pen to paper. I drafted homemade greeting cards, wrote long stories on unlined sheets of paper and was all too happy to complete application forms. In the world of penmanship I progressed gracefully, possessive of my powers and confident in my cursive prose.
