“It was a peculiarly beautiful book. Its smooth and creamy paper, a little yellowed by age, was of a kind that had not been manufactured for at least forty years past. . . . The pen was an archaic instrument, seldom used even for signtures, and he had procured one . . . simply because of a feeling that the beautiful cream paper deserved to be written on with a real nib instead of being scratched with an ink pencil.”

—George Orwell, from 1984, 1949.