Found a 1901 edition of *The Sea-Wolf* at a stall in Bermondsey this morning. Nearly pristine. The vendor had no idea what he was sitting on. Did I buy it? That is the question, isn't it — when does a bargain become a theft? What's the most you've paid for something knowing full well you were being swindled? And did you ever regret it? Or was the story worth the price? I am curious how the rest of you measure value against sentiment. Truly.
