Typewriters 1

by craigepplin

Given enough pages, novels set in the twentieth century always arrive at a typewriter scene. Here we get an office water bottle too:

Los empleados se acostumbraron a verlo a unos metros del escritorio donde Carola manipulaba la máquina de escribir sin ver el teclado; cada tanto, abofeteaba el rodillo con suavidad, como si lo elogiara por travieso. A su lado, un botellón de agua electropura esperaba el momento en que alguien presionara el botón para producir gordas burbujas de aire y llenar un cono de papel. A Julio le fascinaba la consistencia endeble de los conos, a punto de diluirse en forma fresca.

The employees got used to seeing him a few meters from the desk where Carola manipulated the typewriter without looking at the keys; every once in a while she would smack the roller, as if praising its mischievousness. Next to her, a vat of purified water awaited the moment when someone would press the button and produce fat air bubbles and fill a paper cone cup. Julio was fascinated by the feeble consistency of the cups, always about to dissolve into fresh form.

– Juan Villoro, El testigo, p. 197