Ha! A sharpener! They must be reading this regularly, for today what should arrive upon my desk but a brand new yellow pencil and a small green plastic pencil sharpener? I’ve never understood why pencils come sometimes as flat-ended cylinders and you have to spend ten minutes fiddling around with the sharpener before you can actually write anything. But today at least it gives me something to do.
I’m thinking about the pencil sharpener too. They obviously trust me enough to believe that I’m not going to unscrew the little blade and try to slit my wrists or escape or something. Could you kill yourself with the blade of a pencil sharpener? It would really hurt, that’s for sure.
I wonder who invented the pencil sharpener. It’s such a neat little device. It serves one single purpose and does so cheaply, efficiently and with minimum of fuss. There’s a little wastage of course, but from the pencil not the sharpener. Those sharpenings that go round and round and fracture and drop and float to the floor. Little beige twirlings with a thin continuous rim of yellow. I wonder if they’ll sweep these up tomorrow. For some reason, I rather hope they don’t.
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