danjared said:That's a La Petite Blanche? I would swear that it looks more like a Les Latneuses to me (even without those bands of hybrid or whatever they are).
Bart said:Ray is right.
There will be a time where you lay in your bed between asleep and awake. And you'll be half a micron tall, roaming a trail that runs on top of a razor's bevel. You'll hurt your ankles on misaligned steel fragments at poorly stropped parts of the trail. You'll climb over a fallen hair that overspans the depth of a microchip. You'll see plastic flow and burr-like debris deposits. It will be cool and calm on that summit and you'll know you have reached a deep understanding of Sharpness. That understanding may really have a valid existence in your mind only, but you don't care. Because it works for you. And you 'll sneak back out of bed, away from the warmth of the one you love. And you'll find yourself honing a razor in the calm coolness of that night.
Honing a razor can be that lyrical.
Bart.
I frequently take a coticule into the shower to use as an excuse, myself, Nick.Disburden said:I've actually been caught by the Mrs. a few times while honing on my 2x8 coticule in the shower...:love: :
The response,"Oh..my god...".