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Posted by Dirck on 30 July, 2009

I sometimes wonder if I shouldn’t give up any interest in creative writing (which I do foster, despite present evidence), and just dive into reporting events, following the model of Charles Fort.

I commented yesterday about the impossibility of bringing a certain friend around to fountain pens. I did not at that time make reference to the day’s number of Ink Quest, since the connection was extremely tenuous– he was working up a convert, I clearly was not. Also, if I’m writing this thing I feel I should actually write something and not just drop a couple of links to more interesting material.

Yesterday afternoon, however, there was a very interesting development that made me think, “Today’s theme is proselytizing The Way of the Fountain Pen.” I have a co-worker who I brought around to pens (not so difficult– despite her early protestations that she liked pressing firmly to get a pen to work, she admits now that someone who spins her own yarn and likes Tim Burton movies is almost an obvious fountain pen user). A friend of hers had wandered over for end-of-day, no-more-work chit-chat, and I found myself sitting outside a conversation I’m usually on one end of.

Or, perhaps, I should say, conversion. When are you getting a proper pen? What’s taking so long? I’ve told you where the best store is! I have not only made a convert, I’ve made a converter. There’s a move afoot, and it’s a move towards fountain pens!

To lend this movement some credibility, I propose a name that, to western ears, will seem slightly esoteric but not unapproachable. I will raid Japanese for my coining:

万年筆 道

Mannenhitsu-do! Declare yourself a practitioner of mannenhitsu-do, and take on an air of dangerous competence. Women (or men, depending on one’s inclination) will be mysteriously drawn to you. Those who oppose you will find themselves facing impeccably written notes of distain. Who follows mannenhitsu-do need never say, “Can I borrow a pen?”

We can all go about in white jackets with the kanji written on the back. At least until Labour Day, when the tweeds should come out.

Today’s implement of enlightenment: Parker 17
Today’s flowing river of tinted delight: Private Reserve Burgundy Mist

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