Once in a long while I will be somewhere where I will find a an extremely well kept, proper edition of some book. What makes these moments wonderful is the seemingly random occurance at which they occur and the fantastic price at which one can acquire them.
Recently I visited the Sumner library with my mom and sister. Once I had scoured the various shelves for a short glance at one or another topic of interest I habitually glance through the used books; the ones deemed outside the requirements of a prestigeous institution as the public library. There I found a complete set in one bind of the Sherlock Holmes memoirs.