One day when I was tidying up my home, I lost the fountain pen I had been using for 6 years. Panic-stricken, I exclaimed myself: "My God, what a catastrophe !! I will never manage to draw without that fountain pen that has been following me for so many years !! It's impossible to work ! This fountain pen has always accompanied me through hard blows and joys! What will I become ?!" By dint of search, I ended finding a new fountain pen. Today I'm thinking: "A new fountain pen, it's not so bad..." I'm a jackass, aren't I?