The Moving Finger Writes...

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Pictured, my newly-acquired fountain pen: a Parker Junior Duofold in Burgundy and 14K gold, which arrived from the eBay seller I bought it off yesterday. It was meant to be a birthday present to self, but a day past the date doesn't really matter much at my age. I wanted this particular pen because I had one exactly similar to this, bought for me as a present by I think my maternal grandparents - I could be wrong - over sixty years ago for school use. Tragically the original, like so much other stuff one gets gifted in childhood, got lost along the way of growing up. I stumbled across this one the other day and decided it was time to replace like with like: right model, right colour and right age.  On arrival, I flushed the nib out and filled the thing with Diamine "Imperial Purple" ink, and after a little shake and some customary scribbling, it writes perfectly and most importantly, suits my hand as if I'd worn the nib in myself. Lovely, and in amazing condition for something of its advanced years. Back to the future yet again...

'The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ, Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.' "Rubáiyát of Omar Khayyám", quatrain 51

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  1. Anonymous27 October 2024 at 08:44

    You quote from the first book that my father gave my mother; thanks:)
    ATB
    Joe

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  2. sideways27 October 2024 at 13:06

    My pleasure!

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