"Ségolène ... expressed herself in a more delicate, more graceful Italic hand than Bilodo had ever had the good fortune to admire. It was rich, imaginative handwriting, with deep downstrokes and celestial upstrokes embellished with opulent loops and precise drops - a clean, flowing script, admirably well-proportioned with its perfect thirty-degree slant and flawless inter-letter spacing. Ségolène's writing was a sweet scent for the eye, an elixir, an ode. It was a graphic symphony, an apotheosis. It was so beautiful it made you weep. Having read somewhere that handwriting was a reflection of a person's soul, Bilodo readily concluded that Ségolène's soul must be incomparably pure. If angels wrote, surely it was like this."
From The Peculiar Life of a Lonely Postman by Denis Thériault.