I have thought — pretty often, in fact — of all the great writing that was done with feathers, and I’m stunned, shamed. And usually my mind wanders from there to all the things that people once did with the stuff around them, using everything. And then I think that we’re not that great, really with all our machinery. Voltaire wrote Candide with feathers. Goethe wrote Italian Journey with feathers. Tristram Shandy? Feathers. The Declaration of Independence, the Constitution, The Rights of Man, The Magna Carta. Millions of contracts, love letters, business transactions, invoices, notes to perpetrate nefarious plots, deeds… Seriously. The list is staggering. 1200 years of writing with feathers. Pen knives used for pens. Feathers… Quills…