We love this!
It doesn’t matter which century we live in, or in which country. It doesn’t even matter that we write on our laptops and PDAs rather than on paper. Fountain pens are eternal; forever.
I needn’t mention that I love to write with my fountain pen. They are so elegant, regal almost. Writing something–anything, even a to-do list–with a fountain pen somehow makes me feel like a real writer. As if I’m leaving something valuable for posterity; even though I know said posterity will sooner throw away my scribbles than publish them, and even though paper and ink are destructible whereas electronic storage is almost immortal.
I go so far as to buy hand-made journals for the specific purpose of filling them up with my genius literary work (well, genius in my head), inked with a fountain pen of course. It’s a tale for another day that I haven’t yet written a word in…
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