This fine old fellow arrived today. As you might see (excuse hasty photos) it’s the Pepys Pen. Clearly, this was a pen that belonged to none other than the great diarist Samuel Pepys, and it is remarked upon in an entry for 15 March 1662:
15th. With Sir G. Carteret and both the Sir Williams at Whitehall to wait on the Duke in his chamber, which we did about getting money for the Navy and other things. So back again to the office all the morning. Thence to the Exchange to hire a ship for the Maderas, but could get none. Then home to dinner, and Sir G. Carteret and I all the afternoon by ourselves upon business in the office till late at night. So to write letters and home to bed. My work made more pleasant and speedy by my new pen which has a reservoir of ink within, and needs not a dip in three pages.
No, no! I jest. That would be too great an anachronism to run, I’m afraid. Rather, someone chose the name “Pepys” because the great man was known for writing. It’s a tidy pen in nice, bright mottled hard rubber. I can find no reference to it but there’s something familiar about it. The lever with a recessed end and the nib that says no more than 14ct are both familiar from somewhere else. It will come to me in time.