An elderly lady who used to live in the neighbourhood was a shorthand writer. A very good one and therefore rolling in cash. Officially retired, but every now and then invited to do takings at conferences and meetings.

She was unable to write any longhand; that was the funniest about her. She would even switch to shorthand filling in tax declaration sheets. In the eyes of the people who had to deal with her she was half-literate.

Shorthand makes one rich, that was the first lesson drawn from the first encounter with the art of speedwriting.