And Before You Let The Sun In, Mind It Wipes Its Shoes

Under Milk Wood, a dazzling piece of, well actually that begs the question - what is it? Written as a radio play, it should of course be listened to but it also reads beautifully as an affectionate and amusing prose poem. It is a masterwork.

The book as appreciating asset? I picked up my copy of Under Milk Wood for 50p in a second hand bookshop and I have only just noticed that its cover price in 1972 was a mere 40p. Mind you the intervening inflation rather ruins this tale and explains why I am not an economist.