Thursday, 3 October 2019

Fountain pen like an arrow

"I'll pay the expenses then. Name your expenses at anything within reason and let's get this thing settled.""Expenses?" his uncle said. "Yes, I had an expense sitting here last Tuesday trying to write down all the different things you finally told me in such a way that Mr Hampton could get enough sense out of it to discharge you from the jail and so the more I tried it the worse it got and the worse it got the worse I got until when I came to again my fountain pen was sticking up on its point in the floor down here like an arrow. Of course the paper belongs to the county but the fountain pen was mine and it cost me two dollars to have a new point put in it. You owe me two dollars."

William Faulkner, Intruder in the Dust, 1948