I received this old book through the post today. It was published by Constable in 1926 and the page edges are uneven, thick and soft like sugar paper. Although slightly brown on the outside edges, the sheets themselves are still a creamy white and clean. It smells good - just the dryness of an old shop and not a hint of mustiness. When I hold it to my face the old air wafts from the pages and I am back in Mamgu's house and shelf of old encyclopedias I used to love to peer at in the gloom of her parlour.