It seems I’ll never be too rich not to be tempted to steal the hotel room pen. I got myself a really great multi-ink pen for $5 at MOMA. I don’t need another pen. Yet I can’t resist stealing the hotel pen. I don’t touch the little soaps and shampoo bottles (any more). But pens are irresistible. I also love the word pen. And I love it in Russian, “roochka.” In Spanish, I don’t like it.