The Olivetti Lettera 22. I have one of these coming to me for my 32nd birthday, which is still 40-something days away. I know this because my wife isn’t as good at hiding and sneaking and lying as I am. She is virtuous, I am not. I look forward to typing on something without monitor glare, that cannot connect to the internet, and that doesn’t heat up when I use it. I’ll even be able to hold what I’ve written.