A few weeks before I first
went up to university, I was given a haul of old philosophy books by a relative
of a family friend. Among them were two very tired volumes full of arachnidan
annotations and odd scraps of paper (something
I tend to consider a plus).
First, Leibniz, George R.
Montgomery (transl.), Discourse on
Metaphysics, etc. (Chicago: Open Court, 1931), with the front cover fallen
off but still present; second, Kant, Norman Kemp Smith (transl.), Critique of Pure Reason (London:
Macmillan, 1929), with the front cover fallen off and left who knows where. The
latter is a first edition of Kemp Smith’s notable translation, and so a very
nice thing, but in a bad state.
