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50th Anniversary Edition

I, Pencil
My Family Tree
as Told to
Leonard E. Read

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I, Pencil
My Family Tree as Told to
Leonard E. Read

Introduction by Lawrence W. Reed
Afterword by Milton Friedman

This edition of “I, Pencil” is dedicated to our
late esteemed colleague, Beth A. Hoffman,
who worked on its production as her last
project before her untimely passing on
December 1, 2008.
Information concerning the Beth A. Hoffman
Memorial Scholarship Fund may be found
at www.fee.org.

Foundation for Economic Education
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Leonard E. Read (1898–1983) established the Foundation for Economic Education in 1946. For the next 37 years he served
as FEE’s president and labored tirelessly
to promote and advance liberty. He was a
natural leader who, at a crucial moment
in American history, roused the forces
defending individual freedom and private
property.
His life is a testament to the power of
ideas. As President Ronald Reagan wrote:
“Our nation and her people have been
vastly enriched by his devotion to the cause
of freedom, and generations to come will
look to Leonard Read for inspiration.”
Read was the author of 29 books and
hundreds of essays. “I, Pencil,” his most
famous essay, was first published in 1958.
Although a few of the manufacturing
details and place names have changed, the
principles endure.
FEE thanks The Ralph Smeed Private
Memorial Foundation for making this printing of “I, Pencil” possible. At FEE, we will
always be grateful for Ralph’s work, his
fealty to liberty and to our organization as a
supporter and trustee.


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Introduction
B Y L A W R E N C E W. R E E D

Eloquent. Extraordinary. Timeless. Paradigm-shifting. Classic. Half a century after
it first appeared, Leonard Read’s “I, Pencil”
still evokes such adjectives of praise. Rightfully so, for this little essay opens eyes and
minds among people of all ages. Many
first-time readers never see the world quite
the same again.
Ideas are most powerful when they’re
wrapped in a compelling story. Leonard’s
main point—economies can hardly be
“planned” when not one soul possesses all
the know-how and skills to produce a simple
pencil—unfolds in the enchanting words of
a pencil itself. Leonard could have written
“I, Car” or “I, Airplane,” but choosing those
more complex items would have muted the
message. No one person—repeat, no one, no
matter how smart or how many degrees
follow his name—could create from scratch
a small, everyday pencil, let alone a car or
an airplane.
This is a message that humbles the
high and mighty. It pricks the inflated egos
of those who think they know how to mind
everybody else’s business. It explains in
plain language why central planning is an
exercise in arrogance and futility, or what
Nobel laureate and Austrian economist
F. A. Hayek aptly termed “the pretence of
knowledge.”
Indeed, a major influence on Read’s
thinking in this regard was Hayek’s famous
1945 article, “The Use of Knowledge in
Society.” In demolishing the spurious claims
of the socialists of the day, Hayek wrote,

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“This is not a dispute about whether planning is to be done or not. It is a dispute as to
whether planning is to be done centrally, by
one authority for the whole economic
system, or is to be divided among many
individuals.”
Maximilien Robespierre is said to have
blessed the horrific French Revolution with
this chilling declaration: “On ne saurait pas
faire une omelette sans casser des oeufs.”
Translation: “One can’t expect to make an
omelet without breaking eggs.” A consummate statist who worked tirelessly to plan
the lives of others, he would become the
architect of the Revolution’s bloodiest
phase—the Reign of Terror of 1793–94.
Robespierre and his guillotine broke eggs by
the thousands in a vain effort to impose a
utopian society with government planners
at the top and everybody else at the bottom.
That French experience is but one
example in a disturbingly familiar pattern.
Call them what you will—socialists, interventionists, collectivists, statists—history is
littered with their presumptuous plans for
rearranging society to fit their vision of the
common good, plans that always fail as they
kill or impoverish other people in the
process. If socialism ever earns a final
epitaph, it will be this: Here lies a
contrivance engineered by know-it-alls who
broke eggs with abandon but never, ever
created an omelet.
None of the Robespierres of the world
knew how to make a pencil, yet they wanted
to remake entire societies. How utterly
preposterous, and mournfully tragic!
But we will miss a large implication of
Leonard Read’s message if we assume it
aims only at the tyrants whose names we all
know. The lesson of “I, Pencil” is not that
error begins when the planners plan big. It
begins the moment one tosses humility

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aside, assumes he knows the unknowable,
and employs the force of the State against
peaceful individuals. That’s not just a
national disease. It can be very local indeed.
In our midst are people who think that
if only they had government power on their
side, they could pick tomorrow’s winners
and losers in the marketplace, set prices or
rents where they ought to be, decide which
forms of energy should power our homes
and cars, and choose which industries
should survive and which should die. They
should stop for a few moments and learn
a little humility from a lowly writing
implement.
While “I, Pencil” shoots down the baseless expectations for central planning, it
provides a supremely uplifting perspective
of the individual. Guided by Adam Smith’s
“invisible hand” of prices, property, profits,
and incentives, free people accomplish
economic miracles of which socialist theoreticians can only dream. As the interests of
countless individuals from around the world
converge to produce pencils without a
single “master mind,” so do they also come
together in free markets to feed, clothe,
house, educate, and entertain hundreds of
millions of people at ever higher levels.
With great pride, FEE publishes this
new edition of “I, Pencil” to mark the essay’s
50th anniversary. Someday there will be a
centennial edition, maybe even a millennial
one. This essay is truly one for the ages.
—Lawrence W. Reed, President

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I, Pencil
BY LEONARD E. READ

I am a lead pencil—the ordinary
wooden pencil familiar to all boys and girls
and adults who can read and write.
Writing is both my vocation and my
avocation; that’s all I do.
You may wonder why I should write a
genealogy. Well, to begin with, my story is
interesting. And, next, I am a mystery—
more so than a tree or a sunset or even a
flash of lightning. But, sadly, I am taken for
granted by those who use me, as if I were a
mere incident and without background.
This supercilious attitude relegates me to
the level of the commonplace. This is a
species of the grievous error in which
mankind cannot too long persist without
peril. For, the wise G. K. Chesterton
observed, “We are perishing for want of
wonder, not for want of wonders.”
I, Pencil, simple though I appear to be,
merit your wonder and awe, a claim I shall
attempt to prove. In fact, if you can understand me—no, that’s too much to ask of
anyone—if you can become aware of the
miraculousness which I symbolize, you can
help save the freedom mankind is so
unhappily losing. I have a profound lesson
to teach. And I can teach this lesson better
than can an automobile or an airplane or a
mechanical dishwasher because—well,
because I am seemingly so simple.
Simple? Yet, not a single person on the
face of this earth knows how to make me.
This sounds fantastic, doesn’t it? Especially
when it is realized that there are about one

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and one-half billion of my kind produced in
the U.S.A. each year.
Pick me up and look me over. What do
you see? Not much meets the eye—there’s
some wood, lacquer, the printed labeling,
graphite lead, a bit of metal, and an eraser.
Innumerable Antecedents
Just as you cannot trace your family
tree back very far, so is it impossible for me
to name and explain all my antecedents.
But I would like to suggest enough of them
to impress upon you the richness and
complexity of my background.
My family tree begins with what in fact
is a tree, a cedar of straight grain that grows
in Northern California and Oregon. Now
contemplate all the saws and trucks and
rope and the countless other gear used in
harvesting and carting the cedar logs to the
railroad siding. Think of all the persons and
the numberless skills that went into their
fabrication: the mining of ore, the making of
steel and its refinement into saws, axes,
motors; the growing of hemp and bringing
it through all the stages to heavy and strong
rope; the logging camps with their beds and
mess halls, the cookery and the raising of all
the foods. Why, untold thousands of persons
had a hand in every cup of coffee the loggers
drink!
The logs are shipped to a mill in San
Leandro, California. Can you imagine the
individuals who make flat cars and rails
and railroad engines and who construct and
install the communication systems incidental thereto? These legions are among my
antecedents.
Consider the millwork in San Leandro.
The cedar logs are cut into small, pencillength slats less than one-fourth of an inch
in thickness. These are kiln dried and then

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tinted for the same reason women put rouge
on their faces. People prefer that I look
pretty, not a pallid white. The slats are
waxed and kiln dried again. How many
skills went into the making of the tint and
the kilns, into supplying the heat, the light
and power, the belts, motors, and all the
other things a mill requires? Sweepers in
the mill among my ancestors? Yes, and
included are the men who poured the
concrete for the dam of a Pacific Gas &
Electric Company hydroplant which
supplies the mill’s power!
Don’t overlook the ancestors present
and distant who have a hand in transporting sixty carloads of slats across the nation.
Once in the pencil factory—$4,000,000
in machinery and building, all capital accumulated by thrifty and saving parents of
mine—each slat is given eight grooves by a
complex machine, after which another machine lays leads in every other slat, applies
glue, and places another slat atop—a lead
sandwich, so to speak. Seven brothers and I
are mechanically carved from this “woodclinched” sandwich.
My “lead” itself—it contains no lead at
all—is complex. The graphite is mined in
Ceylon [Sri Lanka]. Consider these miners
and those who make their many tools and
the makers of the paper sacks in which the
graphite is shipped and those who make the
string that ties the sacks and those who put
them aboard ships and those who make the
ships. Even the lighthouse keepers along
the way assisted in my birth—and the
harbor pilots.
The graphite is mixed with clay from
Mississippi in which ammonium hydroxide
is used in the refining process. Then wetting
agents are added such as sulfonated
tallow—animal fats chemically reacted
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numerous machines, the mixture finally
appears as endless extrusions—as from a
sausage grinder—cut to size, dried, and
baked for several hours at 1,850 degrees
Fahrenheit. To increase their strength and
smoothness the leads are then treated with
a hot mixture which includes candelilla
wax from Mexico, paraffin wax, and
hydrogenated natural fats.
My cedar receives six coats of lacquer.
Do you know all the ingredients of lacquer?
Who would think that the growers of castor
beans and the refiners of castor oil are a
part of it? They are. Why, even the processes
by which the lacquer is made a beautiful
yellow involve the skills of more persons
than one can enumerate!
Observe the labeling. That’s a film
formed by applying heat to carbon black
mixed with resins. How do you make resins
and what, pray, is carbon black?
My bit of metal—the ferrule—is brass.
Think of all the persons who mine zinc and
copper and those who have the skills to
make shiny sheet brass from these products
of nature. Those black rings on my ferrule
are black nickel. What is black nickel and
how is it applied? The complete story of why
the center of my ferrule has no black nickel
on it would take pages to explain.
Then there’s my crowning glory, inelegantly referred to in the trade as “the plug,”
the part man uses to erase the errors he
makes with me. An ingredient called “factice” is what does the erasing. It is a rubberlike product made by reacting rape-seed oil
from the Dutch East Indies [Indonesia] with
sulfur chloride. Rubber, contrary to the common notion, is only for binding purposes.
Then, too, there are numerous vulcanizing
and accelerating agents. The pumice comes
from Italy; and the pigment which gives
“the plug” its color is cadmium sulfide.

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No One Knows
Does anyone wish to challenge my earlier assertion that no single person on the
face of this earth knows how to make me?
Actually, millions of human beings
have had a hand in my creation, no one of
whom even knows more than a very few of
the others. Now, you may say that I go too
far in relating the picker of a coffee berry in
far-off Brazil and food growers elsewhere to
my creation; that this is an extreme position. I shall stand by my claim. There isn’t a
single person in all these millions, including
the president of the pencil company, who
contributes more than a tiny, infinitesimal
bit of know-how. From the standpoint of
know-how the only difference between the
miner of graphite in Ceylon and the logger
in Oregon is in the type of know-how.
Neither the miner nor the logger can be dispensed with, any more than can the chemist
at the factory or the worker in the oil field—
paraffin being a by-product of petroleum.
Here is an astounding fact: Neither the
worker in the oil field nor the chemist nor
the digger of graphite or clay nor any who
mans or makes the ships or trains or trucks
nor the one who runs the machine that does
the knurling on my bit of metal nor the
president of the company performs his singular task because he wants me. Each one
wants me less, perhaps, than does a child in
the first grade. Indeed, there are some
among this vast multitude who never saw a
pencil nor would they know how to use one.
Their motivation is other than me. Perhaps
it is something like this: Each of these
millions sees that he can thus exchange his
tiny know-how for the goods and services he
needs or wants. I may or may not be among
these items.

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No Master Mind
There is a fact still more astounding:
The absence of a master mind, of anyone
dictating or forcibly directing these countless actions which bring me into being. No
trace of such a person can be found. Instead,
we find the Invisible Hand at work. This is
the mystery to which I earlier referred.
It has been said that “only God can
make a tree.” Why do we agree with this?
Isn’t it because we realize that we ourselves
could not make one? Indeed, can we even
describe a tree? We cannot, except in superficial terms. We can say, for instance, that a
certain molecular configuration manifests
itself as a tree. But what mind is there
among men that could even record, let alone
direct, the constant changes in molecules
that transpire in the life span of a tree?
Such a feat is utterly unthinkable!
I, Pencil, am a complex combination of
miracles: a tree, zinc, copper, graphite, and
so on. But to these miracles which manifest
themselves in Nature an even more
extraordinary miracle has been added: the
configuration of creative human energies—
millions of tiny know-hows configurating
naturally and spontaneously in response to
human necessity and desire and in the
absence of any human masterminding!
Since only God can make a tree, I insist that
only God could make me. Man can no more
direct these millions of know-hows to bring
me into being than he can put molecules
together to create a tree.
The above is what I meant when writing, “If you can become aware of the miraculousness which I symbolize, you can help
save the freedom mankind is so unhappily
losing.” For, if one is aware that these
know-hows will naturally, yes, automatically, arrange themselves into creative and
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necessity and demand—that is, in the absence of governmental or any other coercive
masterminding—then one will possess an
absolutely essential ingredient for freedom:
a faith in free people. Freedom is impossible
without this faith.
Once government has had a monopoly
of a creative activity such, for instance, as
the delivery of the mails, most individuals
will believe that the mails could not be efficiently delivered by men acting freely. And
here is the reason: Each one acknowledges
that he himself doesn’t know how to do all
the things incident to mail delivery. He also
recognizes that no other individual could do
it. These assumptions are correct. No
individual possesses enough know-how to
perform a nation’s mail delivery any more
than any individual possesses enough
know-how to make a pencil. Now, in the
absence of faith in free people—in the
unawareness that millions of tiny knowhows would naturally and miraculously
form and cooperate to satisfy this necessity—the individual cannot help but reach
the erroneous conclusion that mail can
be delivered only by governmental
“masterminding.”
Testimony Galore
If I, Pencil, were the only item that
could offer testimony on what men and
women can accomplish when free to try,
then those with little faith would have a fair
case. However, there is testimony galore; it’s
all about us and on every hand. Mail delivery is exceedingly simple when compared,
for instance, to the making of an
automobile or a calculating machine or a
grain combine or a milling machine or to
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Why, in this area where men have been left
free to try, they deliver the human voice
around the world in less than one second;
they deliver an event visually and in motion
to any person’s home when it is happening;
they deliver 150 passengers from Seattle to
Baltimore in less than four hours; they
deliver gas from Texas to one’s range or
furnace in New York at unbelievably low
rates and without subsidy; they deliver each
four pounds of oil from the Persian Gulf to
our Eastern Seaboard—halfway around the
world—for less money than the government
charges for delivering a one-ounce letter
across the street!
The lesson I have to teach is this: Leave
all creative energies uninhibited. Merely organize society to act in harmony with this
lesson. Let society’s legal apparatus remove
all obstacles the best it can. Permit these
creative know-hows freely to flow. Have
faith that free men and women will respond
to the Invisible Hand. This faith will be
confirmed. I, Pencil, seemingly simple
though I am, offer the miracle of my
creation as testimony that this is a
practical faith, as practical as the sun, the
rain, a cedar tree, the good earth.

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Afterword
B Y M I LT O N F R I E D M A N
Nobel Laureate, 1976

Leonard Read’s delightful story,
“I, Pencil,” has become a classic, and
deservedly so. I know of no other piece of
literature that so succinctly, persuasively,
and effectively illustrates the meaning of
both Adam Smith’s invisible hand—the
possibility of cooperation without coercion—
and Friedrich Hayek’s emphasis on the
importance of dispersed knowledge and the
role of the price system in communicating
information that “will make the individuals
do the desirable things without anyone
having to tell them what to do.”
We used Leonard’s story in our television show, “Free to Choose,” and in the
accompanying book of the same title to
illustrate “the power of the market” (the
title of both the first segment of the TV
show and of chapter one of the book).
We summarized the story and then went
on to say:
“None of the thousands of persons
involved in producing the pencil performed
his task because he wanted a pencil. Some
among them never saw a pencil and would
not know what it is for. Each saw his work
as a way to get the goods and services he
wanted—goods and services we produced in
order to get the pencil we wanted. Every
time we go to the store and buy a pencil, we
are exchanging a little bit of our services for
the infinitesimal amount of services that
each of the thousands contributed toward
producing the pencil.

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“It is even more astounding that the
pencil was ever produced. No one sitting in
a central office gave orders to these thousands of people. No military police enforced
the orders that were not given. These
people live in many lands, speak different
languages, practice different religions, may
even hate one another—yet none of these
differences prevented them from cooperating to produce a pencil. How did it happen?
Adam Smith gave us the answer two
hundred years ago.”
“I, Pencil” is a typical Leonard Read
product: imaginative, simple yet subtle,
breathing the love of freedom that imbued
everything Leonard wrote or did. As in the
rest of his work, he was not trying to tell
people what to do or how to conduct
themselves. He was simply trying to
enhance individuals’ understanding of themselves and of the system they live in.
That was his basic credo and one that
he stuck to consistently during his long
period of service to the public—not public
service in the sense of government service.
Whatever the pressure, he stuck to his guns,
refusing to compromise his principles. That
was why he was so effective in keeping
alive, in the early days, and then spreading
the basic idea that human freedom required
private property, free competition, and
severely limited government.

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Freedom’s Home Since 1946
The Foundation for Economic Education
(FEE), the oldest free-market organization in the
United States, was established in 1946 by
Leonard E. Read to study and advance the
freedom philosophy. FEE’s mission is to offer the
most consistent case for the first principles
of freedom: the sanctity of private property,
individual liberty, the rule of law, the free
market, and the moral superiority of individual
choice and responsibility over coercion.
The Foundation’s flagship magazine, The
Freeman: Ideas on Liberty, presents timeless
insights on the positive case for human liberty to
readers around the world. Throughout the year
FEE’s lecture series, programs, and seminars
bring together thousands of individuals of all
ages to explore the foundations of free enterprise
and market competition. The Foundation plays a
major role in publishing and promoting numerous essential books on the freedom philosophy.
For further information, and to explore
FEE’s online resources, visit www.fee.org.
The Foundation for Economic Education is a
non-political, non-profit, tax-exempt educational
foundation and accepts no taxpayer money. FEE
is supported solely by contributions from private
individuals and foundations.

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