Author Hernan Diaz talks about the ability money has to distort reality in his book Trust, laying out four different sections in his book for readers to piece together and using the same fountain pen he was gifted 20 years ago.
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ReplyI guess that’s a Montblanc pen.
Replyseriously, how has it not run out of ink by now?
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