People who know anything about me know that I treat all my books as if they were the single last printed book on the face of the planet. If the immaculate conception was the birth of Mary, then the immaculate demise is the placement of a book - in pristine condition - upon my bookshelf after completion.
Consequently, it was with great dismay that I opened a recent package from Barnes & Noble (purchased with Christmas gift cards) and observed that one of the books’ covers was bent right in the middle. Due to the size and dimensions of the box in which the books were shipped, just large enough to accommodate all three books in the order, the bend in question is a permanent crease, irrevocable.
Barnes & Noble may as well have included a used condom in the box for all that the bent cover represented to my sensibilities. I’m not saying it’s rational; in fact, I fully admit to being somewhat OCD about my books. Nonetheless, my enjoyment of and pleasure derived from this book is going to be significantly hampered because of the knowledge in the back of my mind that the book is blemished and marred. I believe lawyers would refer to this as “diminution of utility.”