^On a sad note, I was once browsing in The Strand, the huge used-book store in Manhattan, and came across a pristine h/c of a novel by one of my favorite authors.
Not only was the price a fraction of the list price, but he'd autographed it. !!! Naturally I grabbed it.
The heartbreaking part was that he'd personalized it to the editor who'd worked with him on the book, telling her in glowing words what a joy it had been to work with her.
Then his [expletive deleted] editor dumped it at The Strand. She probably got a dollar for it.
Yah, yah, I know. Maybe she ran out of space in her Tribeca loft and had to downsize somehow, but fer cryin' out loud....