Penguin Books, to the best of my knowledge and memory, has never given me so much as a free #2 pencil. (They sent me a couple of free catalogs once, when I requested them, but they do that for everybody.) The following gush is completely unsolicited; I just love Penguin, and always have.
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I miss you, Dad.
Anyway, this meandering panegyric to Penguin of a post is all in aid of saying only this--I can't wait until Thursday (payday), when I can order my used copy of The Case Book of Sherlock Holmes--one of the missing volumes that I mentioned in my last library project post--in all its green-banded, Penguin-ish, 1959 glory! Hey, at least it only takes a small, used paperback novel to make me happy, and I'm certainly not the only one. There's even a Penguin Collectors Society! Who knew?!