Jonathan shares his favorite bits from Morely's lovely essay "On Filling an Ink-Well":
"In the bottle, what magnificence of unpenned stuff lies cool and liquid: what fluency of essay, what fonts of song. As the bottle glints, blue as a squill or a hyacinth, blue as the meadows of Elysium or the eyes of girls loved by young poets, meseems the racing pen might almost gain upon the thoughts that are turning the bend in the road. A jolly throng, those thoughts: I can see them talking and laughing together. But when pen reaches the road's turning, the thoughts are gone far ahead: their delicate figures are silhouettes against the sky.
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"The pot of chuckling fluid where Harry Fielding dipped his pen to tell the history of a certain foundling...."
