Ugh, they’ll tell you.

So I was going through this used book store, Volume One Books, and they have an interesting selection of the older ‘golden age of scifi’ pulp novels.  I found this great old Clarke:

Cool, right?  Sure it’s the 70’s reprint, but I figured it’d be cheaper than the 1963 reprint, right?  Well sure, but then I saw this on the inside:

And someone had to deface the book to prove to the world that it had passed through the hands of a narcissist.

It’s embarrassing to even think I’d want to read the same thing that had been touched by some vapid twonk.

Sigh.

So I went ahead and got the much older version, that was free of such insane defacement.