Strangely out of chronological context in a book that was so painstakingly historically accurate (original broadside published in 1932, 62 years after News of the World takes place, but still so perfect that I had to stop and take a picture of it, as it was the first time I've ever heard of Beatrice Warde or the fact that this sign appears outside many printing offices, including the United States Government Publishing Office.
While I'm on the subject of News of the World, here's another bit that I had to stop and reread so as to think about it fully:
Maybe life is just carrying news. Surviving to carry the news. Maybe we have just one message, and it is delivered to us when we are born and we are never sure what it says; it may have nothing to do with us personally but it must be carried by hand through a life, all the way, and at the end handed over, sealed.
It's a good book.