Since Mr. W. & I each studied political philosophy, our library has a load of duplicate volumes because each of us stubbornly refuses to part with the version with his own notes and marginalia. (And Mr. W. highlights. The horror! And possible grounds for annulment.)

Don't tell Pope Francis, who certainly would not approve and is equally certainly right, but Eldest Weed is taking an independent study on the Republic this semester -- and so the Weed household now has its 3rd volume of The Republic, Bloom translation.

I gamely offered to let Eldest Weed use my copy, but he wants to take his own notes.  I'm ashamed of our excess. But proud of our son.

Update: Eldest Weed: "In the movie version of our lives, the solution to the mystery requires possession of all three copies of Bloom's Republic."