This is my fountain pen. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My fountain pen is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life.
Without ink, my fountain pen is useless. Without my fountain pen, ink is messy. I must ink up my fountain pen full. I must write freer than my ballpoint handwriting, which was trying to cramp me. I must write smooth and gracefully. I will ...
My fountain pen and I know that what counts in writing is not the color of the ink, the width of the nib, nor the flourishes we make. We know that it is the words that count. We will write well ...
My fountain pen is human, even as I am human, because it is my life. Thus, I will learn it



