Old timey writing instruments do not appeal to me. My handwriting is shaky enough without having to manage a quill, its point sharp, its feather tickly.
Even more daunting is the origin of the thing, the word coming as it does from the keen spines of a porcupine or a hedgehog.
Have you ever seen a hedgehog?
Although I do not wish to use it to pen my memoirs, I truly prefer to think of the quill as the ballpoint of custom used by our Founding Fathers to sign on to the Constitution and the terms of our country’s independence.
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