As the most exclusive antiques dealer in London, I’ve seen a lot of oddities. Sure, your low market guys have to deal with fakes and worthless crap, but the peerage and the upper crust? They think the weirdest things are valuable.
Like last week, this Lord came in and placed a painting and a manuscript on the table, and asked for a price. I looked them over.
“Well, this is real van Gogh, and this is a Shakespeare original.”
“Valuable then, yes?”
“A little, if you find hardcore collectors. I mean, van Gogh texts are common and Shakespeare couldn’t paint…”