Four Modes of Book Collecting

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and is undamaged. I was so proud of my purchase that I packed all six volumes in my carry-on luggage. I arrived at heathrow on Monday morning to find myself in a reenactment of the atlanta station scene in the film Gone With the Wind, or perhaps it was the Moscow station in Doctor Zhivago. the airlines were on strike. I could go nowhere since my plane might leave at any moment. It left after a three-day wait and flew to Washington, not atlanta. I had not finished Clarendon’s History, but in england the civil wars were all but over. and, by using the train, I did get home to atlanta for Christmas. My youngest brother, anthony, a publisher, once told me that he had ignored all the older-brother advice I gave him except for two maxims. the first—“all women are ladies unless they prove themselves other wise”— sounds pompous. the second I hand on: “Never be caught waiting anywhere without something to read.”