Copies of Ben Jonson's plays.
I don't even particularly like Jonson*. I definitely didn't read much of his work the week that I was writing an essay on him**. But somehow, in the great scheme of things, I've acquired multiple copies of his plays. I don't know whether to be pleased at my second hand book buying or to despair when there's at least ten pounds spent on Ben which I didn't have the foresight in 2002 to realise I'd need in 2005 for my NYF.
So today I read comedies. Despaired at how many classical references I had to check. Used some more purple pen. And, most importantly, became amused by the title of Volpone - or the Fox. Never have so many years of scholarship dissapeared in a haze of purple pen and Fox giggles.
*He writes comedies. I don't find them funny. I think it's a barrier.
**In my defence I was producing a play the week that I had to write on Jonson. I came in after being in the pub with my actors, read one of his plays. Slept for four hours. Got up and wrote a two thousand word essay and took it to my 10 o'clock tutorial. And now I very much wonder how on earth I ever managed to do that.