Ever hear of this famous essay? Ever wonder what it takes to make a pencil?
I am a lead pencil—the ordinary wooden pencil familiar to all boys and girls and adults who can read and write.*
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Writing is both my vocation and my avocation; that's all I do.
RP.3
You may wonder why I should write a genealogy. Well, to begin with, my story is interesting. And, next, I am a mystery—more so than a tree or a sunset or even a flash of lightning. But, sadly, I am taken for granted by those who use me, as if I were a mere incident and without background. This supercilious attitude relegates me to the level of the commonplace. This is a species of the grievous error in which mankind cannot too long persist without peril. For, the wise G. K. Chesterton observed, "We are perishing for want of wonder, not for want of wonders."
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