This troubles me some...

While I freely admit to being fascinated by the (almost) lost art of letter-writing, and while I happily, voyeuristically devour collections of letter, especially those by authors (and, yes, even love letters), it bothers me a little bit that a highly personal love letter by James Joyce is up for auction.

Maybe it is not the reading of so personal a document. That part doesn't bother me overmuch. Rather, it is the idea that it will be sold and can be owned by someone other than its intended recipient. Hmm...