The Big Mox advised her not to do it, because there were thousands of bad Commas, wild Question Marks and devious Semicolons, but little Blind Question didn’t listen. She packed her seven versalia, put her initial into the belt and made herself on the way. When she reached the first hills of her Italic Mountains, she had a last view back on the skyline of her hometown Bookmaingrove, the headline of Alphabet Village and the subline of her own road, the Line Lane. Pityful a rhetoric question ran over her cheek, then