My batty son Pat hand-writes reproductions of the typeface in his school workbooks, like the forgery group in "The Great Escape" replicating German ID cards. It's the weirdest thing.
People sometimes have the weirdest talents, and sometimes people will even pay them. What is amazing about the hand-written books of the Middle ages, is that two different copyists could produce copies of the same page that are virtually indistinguishable. Picasso could produce painting of the old masters that were indistingushable from the original and even paint new subjects in the same style that baffled all but the most expert critic. When I read this, that’s when I finally took him seriously and really looked at his stuff as serious art.