»In which I am unsuccessful at procuring books

All of the nearby branch libraries close on Sunday, so I went — as an expedient! — to the local outpost of a particularly noxious chain bookstore to pick up some reading material. I picked up an omnibus of Dorothy Sayers's stories (including her most famous creation, Lord Peter Wimsey; the redoubtable Montague Egg; and a handful of other previously-uncollected works) but was unhappy to later discover numerous errors. Some I noticed because I know the originals; some I noticed because they crept in as errors in transcription (in railway time-tables, for instance, or in an illustration involving a misspelling which a subsequent editor, probably a computer, corrected so as to make the illustration nonsensical); others happened in the translation from The Queen's to the American English, and are jarring but not outright wrong.

I also bought a paperback edition of Graham Greene's fantastic Our Man in Havana, which I have been aching to re-read, especially since I have learned that Carol Reed's excellent screen adaptation is not available on DVD in the United States (but is in Region 2: perhaps another reason to move to Spain?).

update I returned the book, realised that the book-seller did not ask why I was returning it, and borrowed a copy from the library in order to note the especially offensive passages. I will badger the US publisher, HaperPerennial.