sometimes there's this thing. a chest, a box, a case. it's always more mysterious when there's a handle, but you know it's not a suitcase. and then when you open it, it's not that you're amazed,it's that you're enlightened. amused. satisfied. you compliment yourself. "oh, of course it's a typewriter. of course." and then you ditch the carrying case and give it a once-over.
then you give it a good, hard look. yep. it's a portable typewriter....