Some years ago I
attended a computer convention at which Ray Bradbury spoke, and I wish I had a
transcript of his speech -- he was so logical, so reasonable, so balanced in his
discussion of civilization and technology.
Afterward we were told that Mr. B would be happy to sign copies of his books,
but not other bits of paper -- the man was not naive about marketing! I had
with me my boyhood copy of Fahrenheit 401 and wanted him to sign that.
I don't think he was happy about signing a thirty-year-old paperback but he did,
and an acquaintance took our picture. The expression on his face very clearly
expresses his thought: "Who is this strange man and why couldn't the
cheapskate have bothered to buy a new copy of my book in the lobby?"
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