I love, the 100 pens pulling scratching tantalizing sentences into phrases and dissension. My pens no longer pull or scratch or tantalize, in fact they have lost all function, given they are all dried up, before they had a chance to retire and collect their pension. I suppose I pushed them too hard and too long and all that is left for a slave driver to do is at least give them a proper burial, save I haven't the heart or the will to do any such thing.