A disturbingly deep melancholy came upon me when I learned in an online writing group that a collection of Edgar Allan Poe’s work could be obtained for nothing.
I hesitate to say where lest I inadvertently encourage someone to take advantage of the unspeakable offer.
My mood darkened further when I read the moronic reviews from unappreciative, ignorant readers who dared to offer their critiques:
“…this book is well worth downloading (especially since it is offered for free).”
“Disappointing and verbose.”
“I guess it’s alright for something to kill time.”
“hard to read”
I can’t go on.
Poe priced no more than so much hideous crap that fouls the book market of today?