inscribed raze i must have at least a dozen used books in my collection that were signed by the author and then sold by the person the inscription was meant for. this one made me do a double-take: "to john and son. it was a pleasure meeting you both." my dad and i have never met william tester, though i was made to wonder for a minute there. chalk that one up to coincidence and its sometimes warped sense of humour. these things are mine now because the people who paid for them when they were new didn't want them once they got a little wizened. i just don't get it. i can understand wanting to unload a book you don't have any desire to read again, but discarding something that's smudged with a bit of the soul of the person who made it? i couldn't do it. that stuff is precious to me. 250407 what's it to you? who go blather from