There seems to be an incongruity between the purchase price of the topmost item and the fee for shipping. This suggests an ingenious plan: purchase the shipping on the book, but not the book itself.
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March 22, 2008
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Posted by: opr | March 22, 2008 at 06:36 PM
If you want some big fun with overpriced books, sell a Macmillan ("Prentice Hall") softcover copy of the Philosophical Investigations to a non-scholarly bookstore; the blue book value of that little volume will make them craaaazy.
Posted by: Schmidt | March 22, 2008 at 08:03 PM