Shakespeare and other musty old books

It's three in the afternoon, and I just spent most of the morning in Monterey going to used bookstores with my girlfriend. She's got about twelve books to find just for one class. And not just any books, specific editions. She googled, halfed, and ebayed yesterday just to price them all. That's right, she needs around $50 worth of used books.

The hunt began yesterday in Marina, but she only found one. So today we hit just about every used bookstore in Monterey. I did find a few things myself. I picked up four of Isaac Asimov's Robot City series, Robots and Empire, and a completely Robot-Empire-Foundation-free novel, Nightfall.

That about does it so far. I'm still reading C.S. Lewis' Out of The Silent Planet. It's probably the fifth time I've read it, but the Space Trilogy is classic, and I never read That Hideous Strength.

It's all classic. After I finish the trilogy, I'll hopefully start the Robot City series.

Rachel's out at some special Salvation Army thing with mom. Wonder if she'll find another book or something.

I'm off to look up a Japanese grammar book by Vaccari. It was $30 at the book store, but I don't think I'd want to pay that much for it.

Boy, I'm link-happy today...

Oh, I forgot to mention that Rachel picked up a Shakespeare Anthology. All of his plays. All of his poems. Everything. Fifty cents. And it was from 1911! The thing has a leather binding, just like a Bible. She's got quite a collection of old books going and wants to get them appraised this summer...

...Man, I'm gonna have to invest in a few book shelves in the future, probably.

When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries
And look upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich in hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd,
Desiring this man's art and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least;
Yet in these thoughts myself almost despising
Haply I think on these, and then my state,
Like to the lark at break of day rising
From sullen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gate;

For thy sweet love remember'd such wealth brings
That then I scorn to change my state with kings.
Shakespeare, Sonnet XXIX