One day, I found a hardcover copy in stock at a used bookstore in the UK (on the internet). All the previous copies I had ever seen were paperback (Penguin?--yuck). Needless to say, I jumped on it . . . and opened the package to discover that someone had sent their Penguin to a binder and had it bound. The book itself is now in my permanent collection.
I was out maybe $15-20 bucks, but I learned that someone out there felt the way I do about this novel. Strange life.
I could never understand that guy, or his mentor Gurdjieff, although I did give them a try.