This is why I love being a bookdealer, because of stupid little things like this that I just find delightful. A perfectly ordinary, in fact rather dull-looking book by Belloc, is transformed into an object that tells a story when we discover that on the back of the jacket is another jacket. It's 1945 and paper is still short in the UK and so rather than throw away misprinted dust jackets they simply turn it over and re-use it.
