reply to post by odyseusz
(this isn't aimed at you, it's just a response to "Mien Kampf")
A little over a year ago, I was in a Half-Price Books (for those of you who don't know what a Half-Price Books is/don't live in the US, the stores
basically sell books, movies, CDs, and other things at half price, just like the name suggests), and I came across a first edition of "Mien Kampf,"
in the antique section. It was in German, printed in Germany, everything. They had it listed at $75. I just so happened to have a 1/2 off coupon, and
there was a sale that weekend for an extra 10% off your purchase. I sat there for ten minutes, debating with myself about if I wanted to spend the
money or not. I do not speak any German, nor do I know any one who does, and I've never had the desire to read "Mien Kampf," but I was standing in
front of an original copy of one of the most challenged books of the last half of the twentieth century. All that separated the two of us was a flimsy
glass case.
The entire time I was staring at it, all I could think about was everything that this single book, something that was mere ink and paper, had caused
in just that last 70 or so years. All I could think about was who might have read that copy, and how it managed to make it's way to a random
Half-Price Books in Fort Worth, Texas. How this one book (that isn't even that long) had changed so many lives, how it had been read by so many
people, how it had become so famous. My point is that I wanted to buy it just because of all of the controversy around it, and the impact that it had
on history. Sure, I would have probably felt weird telling people that I had a really old copy in my book section, but I think it would have been
worth it.
In the end, I didn't buy it.
I really wish I would have.