I've said it before, and I'll say it again: The ghost of Charles Dickens follows me around.
Today I had to stop at the library. Turned out they were having a big book sale, and I poked around a bit. As I was about ready to check out and go, a staffer said, "Have you seen this room?" and steered me toward the back, where there were a lot more books. I found a table of vintage books, and I know -- I KNOW -- I explored it very thoroughly. Then I looked around the rest of the room for a while. Getting ready to leave, I went by the vintage table one more time and glanced down.
There was A Tale of Two Cities, a 1934 edition, in excellent condition, with illustrations I'd never seen before (by one Enos B. Comstock). For $8.
And I came SO CLOSE to not seeing it.
He follows me. He really does.