Some of us prefer a pen that stays with you for life, like a
fountain pen. I know that using a ballpoint pen is easy and that it is
the end of a line of technological progress, but there is something
special and personal about a fountain pen (unless you, for some unknown reason, are hard of
heart). A fountain pen becomes your friend after you’ve filled it for years — and
I prefer piston fillers rather than the little plastic cartridges that
also clog up the world.
Go ahead, pick up a fountain pen and feel a work of art but Bics aren’t. They are cheap; the ink is fake; the pen has no balance; it
makes one wonder how humans could do this to themselves. Try on a
Pelikan or a Waterman — I’ve got a number of fountain pens and each is a friend.
The fountain pen I prefer the most is a pen that was Mark Twain’s
favorite: a Conklin Crescent Filler. When Twain was writing, in the
(good ol’) days when everyone wrote with a fountain pen, the problem
was that one had to dip the pen in a bottle of ink. This was messy,
time consuming and a constantly interrupted one’s thoughts. Conklin
designed a pen with a crescent-shaped device that made it easy and
clean to draw ink into a rubber bladder that was sealed inside the pen. When Midwesterner Mark Twain signed on, it was an instant success. The Conklin
fountain pen was a landmark of technological progress and improvement.
The Bic pen by Biro was a technological marvel that told people that
one of life’s singular niceties, a fountain pen one purchased and used
for life, was a has-been that could be discarded. As for me and my
house, we will use the fountain pen whenever possible.
I tell you the truth, grab a piece of history and pick up a fountain
pen. Think the Egyptian Nile and the old papyrus — fountain pen; think
of Athanasius or Gregory of Nyssa — fountain pen; think of Luther —
fountain pen; think of Calvin (if you must) — fountain pen. Think
Menno Simons — fountain pen. If it was good enough for the
Cappadocians and Reformers, it’s good enough for me. Come to think of
it, maybe it is the fountain pen that gave them their care for language.
Nothing discardable, friends. Do I have a witness?