Turn the key deftly in the oiled wards, And seal the hushed Casket of my Soul.
Oozing charm from every pore
He oiled his way around the floor.
That jewelled mass of millinery, That oiled and curled Assyrian Bull.Tennyson
In going where you have to go, and doing what you have to do, and seeing what you have to see, you dull and blunt the instrument you write with. But I would rather have it bent and dulled and know I had to put it on the grindstone again and hammer it into shape and put a whetstone to it, and know that I had something to write about, than to have it bright and shining and nothing to say, or smooth and well oiled in the closet, but unused.ernest hemingway