I was reading the 19th century writer Wilkie Collins the other day, and ran across the following bit in "A Passage in the Life of Perugino Potts" from about 1852. Mr. Potts, the speaker, is a, shall we say, unrecognized genius as a painter and not all that comfortable with other media either, apparently:
... I could add yet more, were I not unhappily writing with an Italian pen on Italian paper: the pen splutters inveterately; the paper absorbs my watery ink like a blotting book--human patience can stand it no longer ...
I thought this might bring some small comfort to others like me who struggle with the vagaries of dip pen use.