“Once, my child, WYSIWYG was little more than the sound a man made when sneezing and farting at the same time…”
The young word-warrior blinked at his elder, “But, how could you know what your words would look like when you were ready to make an eBook?”
“Ha!” The old woman crinkled her bulbous nose at the warrior. “You’re soft, boy. When I was your age, eBooks were no more than a nightmare haunting the publishing industry! A tale told to baby publishers to frighten them!”
The elder grunted as she pushed herself from the chair.
“Oh, no, my youngling. We wrote words of power in ASCII and ATASCII, where bold and italics were dreams, and printers screeched in the night air…”