In the old days, here at The New Yorker, when your pencil point got dull, you just tossed it aside and picked up a new one.There was an office boy who came around in the morning with a tray of ...

“With an electric pencil sharpener, a pencil is meat,” Rees said. “It’s this thoughtless, Brutalist aesthetic. For me, it’s almost a point of pride that I would be slower than an ...