of use
The typewriter has found a new home. Well, I found a new home for it some months ago – hopefully with someone who will it give it some use. I don’t hold out much hope for it, though. One acquires things like this, of dubious beauty and doubtful utility, either as a pose or because one is at that awkward stage of life when one imagines such a device might potentially come in useful; it didn’t/doesn’t/probably won’t.
And it’s awkward holding a pose while carrying a typewriter – even if it does have a handy carrying case.