None of that wimpy softcover action for you, no sir. You’re a man — or woman, presumably — of hard living, and you demand that your books be able to take care of themselves. Softcovers, books that require coddling, are worthless to you. Unless it can survive unscathed beneath the pedals of a Land Rover during a six-hour dash across the Kalahari, it’s just not worth your time.
The Shape of Days: Okay, now I’m gouging you