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