What is the difference between giving away my only print copy or my only electronic copy of a book?
The question If a book doesn't have DRM does that mean it is OK to give a copy to my friend to read? has answers implying that without permission there are legal and ethical hurdles in giving away a copy of an ebook. In the United States, there are stores selling used books, which are under copyright.
As Harvard Law School buys back used text books, presumably with the intent of resale, it is probably safe to assume the action is not illegal, in the US.
It seems that selling or giving away your copy of a print book that is under copyright is a not a problem, so how is that different than doing then passing on your only copy of an ebook, assuming you delete the existing copy on your device?
Here's my stab at brevity: I ran alone on the winter beach racing the storm home.
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I used to love running on the beach. It was best in winter, when grey skies and cold air kept the coast clear. I'd run a …
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Here's my stab at brevity:
I ran alone on the winter beach racing the storm home.
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I used to love running on the beach. It was best in winter, when grey skies and cold air kept the coast clear. I'd run as far as I could, marking the sand with my shoe prints before turning to follow them home.
I once raced a storm. The wind blew hard at my back, so I ran until the air seemed still and silent, chased by stacked black clouds on stick-legs of lightning. I was scared, yet I laughed with joy. The joy of being young and fleet. Of racing the wind and winning.
[Changed to first person, emphasised the race against the storm, and simplified sentence structure.]
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I used to love running on the beach. It was best in the winter, when the grey skies and cold air kept the beaches clear. Run as far as you could, marking the perfect sand with the print of your shoes, and then turning, and following your prints home. Alone with the waves and the birds.
I remember running, and finding myself racing a storm. The wind blew hard at my back, but I ran pace with it, so the air seemed still and silent. The world was quiet, and yet the storm was rolling in across the ocean. A violent storm, stacked black clouds walking on stick-legs of lightning. And it was frightening, and yet I laughed with the joy of it. Of being young and fleet and running to beat the wind.
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