With the help of the janitor [Pnin] screwed on to the side of the desk a pencil sharpener - that highly satisfying, highly philosophical implement that goes ticonderoga-ticonderoga, feeding on the yellow finish and sweet wood, and ends up in a kind of soundlessly spinning ethereal void as we all must.
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I can almost hear it!
ReplyDeleteThanks for posting this.
I feel the purchase of a vintage pencil sharpener coming on...
ReplyDeleteI've been thinking of this line since reading it last night in Pnin. I Googled it to share with someone this morning and found your post. I'm glad it struck you enough to post it, too.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mike. Isn't it wonderful?
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