The other day I was walking through the university to hand in a paper, and I saw a bunch of books there that were being given away because they were too crap for the university to keep. (in terms of condition, not content) A couple of them were just names I had heard of but didn't really recognise (I grabbed these anyway) and a couple were Jane Austen (They're still in my locker so I can't tell you which ones, but I didn't grab Pride & Prejudice since I already have it - great book, but I worry at the mindset of a society that could turn people into such nonentities) but there was a book of William Blake's writings!!
*the SOL high-fives itself*
I got out a book of Blake's writings from the library a while ago, and had to sift through them to find any actual writing, since (for some reason) it wasn't actually a book of his writings, it was a book of every single draft, altered copy, discarded line and concept he had ever put on paper. Ever. This book was enormous. (Penguin classics edition - the black one with the white horizontal line through it) It was so big, it was impossible to read. I was lucky to find enough in it to constitute an actual writing.
But then I found this, so. . . cool. . .
Also, reading Bleak House by Dickens. . . about 1/20th of the way through it - some of Dickens' books are enormous. . .