Went to a Library Book Sale in a huge space where other book lovers purused old stinky and moldy books.

There were some good ones and I don't think the people knew what they had price wise, because If I were so inclined, could have made some good money selling these online.

But I didn't have the energy to buy much.

I found a perfect mint condition paperback of M. Somerset Maugham's "The Razor's Edge" from 1964 that I bought not for anything other than it's one of my favorite books.

I paid 50 Cents for it and as the very old man put it in a plastic back he tore the cover when he snagged it on the side of the bag. RRRRIP! Just like that, but said nothing about it. Nice. Thanks, old dude.

The one book I wanted and he destroys it.