Book: Emotional Design: Why We Love (or Hate) Everyday Things
Quotes of Book: Emotional Design: Why We Love
AFTER DINNER, WITH A GREAT FLOURISH, my friend Andrew brought out a lovely leather box. "Open it," he said, proudly, "and tell me what you think." I opened the box. Inside was a gleaming stainless-steel set of old mechanical drawing instruments: dividers, compasses, extension arms for the compasses, an assortment of points, lead holders, and pens that could be fitted onto the dividers and compasses. All that was missing was the T square, the triangles, and the table. And the ink, the black India ink. "Lovely," I said. "Those were the good old days, when we drew by hand, not by computer." Our eyes misted as we fondled the metal pieces. "But you know," I went on, "I hated it. My tools always slipped, the point moved before I could finish the circle, and the India ink-ugh, the India ink-it always blotted before I could finish a diagram. Ruined it! I used to curse and scream at it. I once spilled the whole bottle all over the drawing, my books, and the table. India ink doesn't wash off. I hated it. Hated it!" "Yeah," said Andrew, laughing, "you're right. I forgot how much I hated it. Worst of all was too much ink on the nibs! But the instruments are nice, aren't they?" "Very nice," I said, "as long as we don't have to use them. book-quote
