“It’s not you, it’s me.” That statement has justified the ending of a thousand relationships. In my case, it signified a beginning. I put up my bronze celluloid Moore 94-A for sale last year. It’s a good-looking pen, around the size of a Pelikan M400. I didn’t bond with it as I’d hoped. The Maniflex …
There’s something about ink that’s not quite this or that color. Greenish-grayish is delish. That’s Noodler’s Zhivago; it is not straightforward black, or dark gray, or dark green. It is blackish-greenish-grayish, and delightful because of it. I must say I was underwhelmed by it at first. I used it in a plain fine-nibbed pen, and …