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Rats

Poop. My quill broke (see glop in middle) and I couldn’t be bothered to cut another one.

Which put me in mind of a blog post I read when I was looking into quill pens: “Alfred, Lord Tennyson who, whilst living on the Isle of Wight in the mid-1850s, bent the end of his quill and threw it down in disgust. It was picked up by a local farmer, William Thomas, in whose family it was kept until its donation to the Museum of Writing.”

I hope you find the article interesting, because I just burned a solid half hour trying to find it again. Yes, there’s a picture of Tennyson’s busted quill.

Comments


Comment from Pupster
Time: October 12, 2019, 9:47 pm

No resteses for the wicked Weasel I see.

 


Comment from CantHarkMyCry
Time: October 12, 2019, 11:07 pm

I am reminded of something I once read about Kipling (I don’t /think/ it was here. . .): at a certain point in his life he started paying local tradesmen with checks for nominal sums. . .because they could sell the checks as autographs for enough to cover the bill. Can’t vouch for the accuracy of the story. . .but I find it charming.

 


Comment from Carl
Time: October 13, 2019, 8:44 pm

@CantHarkMyCry
I didn’t know that about Kipling. Neither did I know that he was a freemason.
Here is the link.

 


Comment from DurnedYankee
Time: October 13, 2019, 9:16 pm

Ah, a Free Mason.

Pity I didn’t know him, I need a foundation poured, cheap.

 

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