Like anyone who has joined a cult and eventually broken free, I look back at that moment and wish I had known a few things. First, every single review of the pen claims it’s on exhibit at MOMA. Yeah, it’s not. I don’t know where this idea came from, but it’s not true and never was. Second, the claim that every nib is hand-checked might be true, but only if Lamy’s testers are visually impaired. There are so many posts about nibs with tiny sweet spots, misaligned tines, or baby’s bottom that make me think hand-checking is just another myth circulated by the faithful. Third, and most obviously, this pen isn’t going to solve all of your problems. It’s probably not even going to solve all of your pen problems. Once you strip away all of the devout beliefs and holy rhetoric, you’re left with a pen that has a 50% chance of a dodgy nib and 100% chance of a strange-feeling barrel. (There’s a reason why fibreglass hasn’t taken off in the pen world. Nobody runs their hand along the side of a boat and thinks, gee I wish I had a pen this rough and unpleasant.)