Moleskines are beginning to replace the Smarty Pants phones as the new Look-at-Me gadgetry, appearing on the tables of fancy restaurants everywhere. It isn’t too difficult to imagine that some of
these wannabe Hollywood directors spend more of their dollars on Molishness than Smartiness.
As for Lonishness , I am still dragging my feet. I can barely imagine leaving my desk for the evening without slipping a 3″ x 5″ spiral notebook available in as many colors so far as I have subjects, into my business shirt pocket.
With only a quill and a bottle of ink, the founders of this country
penned the Declaration of Independence. I wonder if while waiting to sign on the dotted line, the gathering was characterized with envious observations of the appearance and quality of individual writing implements.
Peacock feather? Really?