I found this beautiful 1934 edition in an Edinburgh bookshop. A note to all my enemies: if you ever wish to bring about my financial downfall, plant the idea of visiting Edinburgh in my head. You don’t even have to buy my train ticket; just remind me about the view of Castle Hill from Princes Street Gardens and the abundance of bookshops, and your mission is complete.
I have constantly been searching for an old edition like this at the local second-hand bookstore. So far, no luck.