My wife works at the library, and occasionally people will donate books that are too old or in such bad shape that the library gives them away rather than shelving them. Look what I got:
Oooh, that's the 1976 Ballantine edition! Way cooler, but not as valuable probably as the 1964 first edition. So that was cool, but the best was yet to come:
Yep, that's the screenplay for Burrough's film Blade Runner, the source for the title of Scott's adaptation of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. I thought it was worth a lot of money... it isn't.
But here's part of the first paragraph which explains everything and nothing:
"Now B.J. you are asking me to tell you in one sentence what this film is about? I'm telling you it is too big for one sentence - even a life sentence. For starters it's about the National Health Insurance we don't got. It's about plain middle-class, middle-income-bracket Joe, the $15,000-a-year-boy, sweating out the two jobs, I.R.S. wringing the moonlight dollars out of him to keep the niggers and the spics on welfare and medicare so they can keep up the strength to mug his grandmother"...
OK, that's enough of that.