“Strange Type I wrote: in the dark cavern of our birth. The printer had it tavern, which seems better: But herein lies the subject of our mirth, Since on the next page death appears as dearth. So it may be that God’s word was distraction, Which to our strange type appears destruction, Which is bitter.” IronyTypoMisprint Book:The Collected Poetry of Malcolm Lowry Source: The Collected Poetry of Malcolm Lowry