Sunday 20 November 2011

Faber & Castell

I came across a cabinet of antiques in a shop called M. Goldstein recently, run by a maniacal character called Nathanial, with objects ranging from old business cards, to curious nuts and seeds (strictly not for sale), and among all this was a tiny Faber & Castell diary pencil, the lead worn down, the crooked nib sharpened by hand with a knife. But where was the diary? Among Irving Finkel’s collection of abandoned diaries is an entire box crammed with these little pencils: “I keep them for use as propaganda to show how diaries disappear; only their pencils survive”.

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