My copy was gifted by a mentor librarian, possibly as some sort of symbolic baton. A reference work that is passionate, sometimes partisan, and so, so funny. Sampson is some sort of tweedy arch-curmudgeon. He has a great style: waspish and brisk in dismissal ('It is their loss,' said of the detractors of any of his favorite authors), ardent and sensitive in praise. He read EVERYTHING. Don't trust him on Modernism, but go to him for illumination of all else.