I have to wonder if Halse was reading from his notes and 3-4 inch was misread as 3/4 inch. The trouble with that is Halse saw the letters himself, so how could he make such a glaring error?
There is no satisfactory solution to that problem.
It's something that consistent with hypergraphia, which is not uncommon in people with Schizophrenia or Mania where they write on anything. Anything. I have a poem scratched into a spoon given to me by a friend who had a truly spectacular manic episode. But you walk into a room and there is tiny writing on all four walls, the ceiling, every surface... it's impressive. And usually it's nonsense. Not gibberish, but the ideas are wacky. I don't know if you've ever heard Charles Manson preach but it reads like that, just not Uncle Charlie creepy.
It's the only time I have ever seen writing that small on a wall that is not a bathroom stall. But there isn't even a little enough of it to be that.
It's actually laughably small. This is not someone who wants people to know things. The writer did not aim that text to the world, exposing Juwes or whatever to the world. It's not even a "Kilroy Wuz Here". It's a whisper so small there was no point in even writing it in the first place, unless the only point was to do something naughty. I swear it's the work of an 8 year old boy trying to impress his friends by writing on the wall, but so terrified of getting caught he wrote it small. And the kid probably liked the old lady in the building who gave out cookies, so the shame of hurting her feelings is prompting him to make it tiny and in a place where it will get rubbed off and hopefully the nice old lady never sees it.
The early bird might get the worm, but the second mouse gets the cheese.
I swear it's the work of an 8 year old boy trying to impress his friends by writing on the wall, but so terrified of getting caught he wrote it small. And the kid probably liked the old lady in the building who gave out cookies...
Well, let's say about 13 or 14. Got the chalk home from the Jews Free School on Brick Lane. Listened to father lamenting about being taken on a goods sale in the market-place a day or two before. Decided to exercise a bit of self-expression on the entrance to his apartment building -- but wrote it small because there was no need to advertise, after all, he was only practicing his penmanship.