I had a Mont Blanc fancy fountain-pen once for quite a few years, great pen. I shoplifted it from the old Hudson's department store when I lived in Detroit in the '90s. I put it on Ebay when I got hard up for cash and someone in a Scandinavian country bought it then tried to get me to take it back because he did not like it's condition. Thankfully my brilliantly worded description of the pen had no flaws and Ebay told him it was his to keep, and the cash was mine to keep. Not a fan of pens or any other material objects so much because then I may not be a fan of myself, but I am a fan of the physical act of writing, and of course also a fan of well written non-fiction prose.