Though I purged my books mercilessly a few months ago, I had another look the other day. I was able to part with about a third of what remained. Now I have around 80 books left. There were a couple that survived to round two merely because they bore an inscription. This time, I decided to document the writing and say goodbye to any volumes that I didn't absolutely need to keep.
This book, which I never read, was incredibly precious to me because of what he wrote inside. I hope someone will find it and finally read it, as it deserves. And I hope they won't mind our little scribbles on the inside covers.