It’s a mad mad world, my masters.
When you think that this edition of Jane Eyre, published around 1900 and therefore nowhere near a first edition but with that all-important art nouveau spine, sells for two or three hundred pounds, while Maria Edgeworth’s “Ormond” published by the same publisher in the same attractive format, also with that art nouveau spine but with a better illustrator (Pegram versus Bacon – yes, who?) struggles to fetch a tenner.
Jane Eyre must have had a larger print run and should therefore be more common, yet it fetches twenty times as much. Are we mad, or is there so much magic in the Bronte name (and especially in this novel) that fans will pay this price to add another version to their collection?
You tell me.