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    Logos - Seen "My Old Penholder"?

    I've spent quite a bit of time sitting on the floor of the library searching for an Essay that Blp recomended. I was unable to find it, and needed to turn to the internet for the text, but in my search I came across
    George Gissings - My Old Penholder.
    I still get a giggle when I pick up My Blue Papermate Pen, and know that i'm not alone in the oddness of appreciating the devine texture it provides.
    Having a cherished Penholder of my own, I came to the realization that had I been born in a simpler time (as I'd often wished),
    My hair would never be it's true color.
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    ~MY OLD PENHOLDER~

    For more than a week my pen has lain untouched. I have written nothing for seven whole days, not even a letter. Except during one or two bouts of illness, such a thing never happened in my life before. In my life; the life, that is, which had to be supported by anxious toil; the life which was not lived for living's sake, as all life should be, but under the goad of fear. The earning of money should be a means to an end; for more than thirty years--I began to support myself at sixteen--I had to regard it as the end itself.

    I could imagine that my old penholder feels reproachfully towards me. Has it not served me well? Why do I, in my happiness, let it lie there neglected, gathering dust? The same penholder that has lain against my forefinger day after day, for--how many years? Twenty, at least; I remember buying it at a shop in Tottenham Court Road. By the same token I bought that day a paper-weight, which cost me a whole shilling--an extravagance which made me tremble. The penholder shone with its new varnish, now it is plain brown wood from end to end. On my forefinger it has made a callosity.

    Old companion, yet old enemy! How many a time have I taken it up, loathing the necessity, heavy in head and heart, my hand shaking, my eyes sick-dazzled! How I dreaded the white page I had to foul with ink! Above all, on days such as this, when the blue eyes of Spring laughed from between rosy clouds, when the sunlight shimmered upon my table and made me long, long all but to madness, for the scent of the flowering earth, for the green of hillside larches, for the singing of the skylark above the downs. There was a time--it seems further away than childhood--when I took up my pen with eagerness; if my hand trembled it was with hope. But a hope that fooled me, for never a page of my writing deserved to live. I can say that now without bitterness. It was youthful error, and only the force of circumstance prolonged it. The world has done me no injustice; thank Heaven I have grown wise enough not to rail at it for this! And why should any man who writes, even if he write things immortal, nurse anger at the world's neglect? Who asked him to publish? Who promised him a hearing? Who has broken faith with him? If my shoemaker turn me out an excellent pair of boots, and I, in somemood of cantankerous unreason, throw them back upon his hands, the
    man has just cause of complaint. But your poem, your novel, who
    bargained with you for it? If it is honest journeywork, yet lacks
    purchasers, at most you may call yourself a hapless tradesman. If
    it come from on high, with what decency do you fret and fume because
    it is not paid for in heavy cash? For the work of man's mind there
    is one test, and one alone, the judgment of generations yet unborn.
    If you have written a great book, the world to come will know of it.
    But you don't care for posthumous glory. You want to enjoy fame in
    a comfortable armchair. Ah, that is quite another thing. Have the
    courage of your desire. Admit yourself a merchant, and protest to
    gods and men that the merchandise you offer is of better quality
    than much which sells for a high price. You may be right, and
    indeed it is hard upon you that Fashion does not turn to your stall.

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    Thanks for sharing that Dailen! I haven't gone to my sketch-book in ages and sometimes I just get in the mood to write though I'm not inspired. I just want to feel my pen against the paper. I think I'll pick up my sketch-book when I leave here...
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    Oooh can I ever relate to this!

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    Dalien: LIke many great discoveries you've chanced upon this gem while entertaining another quest entirely. Thanks for sharing it with us, its a great piece.....

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