Elke Heidenreich

A declaration of love to the fountain pen

A song of praise for handwriting? Yes, but only if handwriting could write all by itself. Perhaps I should try drinking ink and then let my fingers fly over the paper...?

But no! There is my wonderful fountain pen. It drinks the ink, it lies calmly and elegantly in the hand, it flies over the paper and writes right from the head, via the heart and through the hand - the words of importance.

My fountain pen, this is a declaration of love to you. What would I have done without you during all those long years of writing?