Here is a file photograph of my pencil sharpener of choice, the Berol Giant:
Look at the lines on this thing! It's like a stallion! Perhaps the most beautiful amalgam of function and form since the 1966 GTO.
I don't use sharpened pencils anymore, of course. I use mechanical Pentels, as softer graphite and ink tend to stain the hand of a lefty, and even I don't want to pull out a sharpener in a meeting, and grind away. Those people have no reverence for the well-machined cutter, or the firm snap of a properly engineered reservoir.
I don't use pencils, but I would love to pull out my Giant right now and sharpen a box of Mirado No. 2's to exquisite points with the beast.
Let me interject: I don't want to disparage the venerable Boston sharpener. It is a fine workhorse of a sharpener, but the tin-stamp look just leaves me cold. I need aesthetics in my school tools. And yes, I allow the children to use the Giant. To deny them would be criminal.
And I see nothing occult about spending Saturday night amidst the glorious fragrance of freshly-mutilated cedar. But that's me.