Everyone repeat after me: I find no fault in the antique dealer parting out his NID. In his place I might do the same. As I'm not, I'm allowed to indulge my curious, romantic notion that I have some obligation to posterity/anterity. I will do so quietly without fanfare and trust that others, however abysmal their values and character may appear in the current light, are likely doing the same when I'm not looking.

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