The Paper Clip

I know Daniel has already reviewed it, but I feel the need to reveal my own feelings about the paperclip—feelings of profound love and everlasting devotion. I feel certain that whenever in my life I have seen on the floor its quick silver glint, I have bowed to pick it up. I love its refined coil shape; the way it gently hugs of a stack of paper; its willingness to be plied and contorted while it rides in my pocket; the cheerful clicking laughter of its delicate voice as it bounces on my desk. I consider the paperclip the meekest of all office supplies—the meekest, thus the noblest, for who but the quiet giving are the masters among us and the true keepers of order? None, I say.

So hail to you, most august paper clip: at my desk you are the most virtuous.