I don't think I've written my name on a book that I've given away but lets say I did. What if someday, I get an email from a stranger living in the other corner of the world telling me he/she/it (could be a robot, you never know) that they have a book with my name on it- a book I read years ago; a book that made an incredibly long journey, captured the mind of each and every person who ever read it and that it now rests with a stranger who is somehow connected to me only by a page that has my name on it. Just like I am connected to Alice Bell (she wrote her name of the second page). Call me crazy, but I googled her name and sent an email to the first Bell that popped up!
Reading the book, I couldn't help but wonder how the same gruesomeness of Mr. and Mrs. Twit that made me flinch must have disgusted the previous owner of this book too or how the never ending evil antic of the couple on each other must have amused her just the way they amused me.
I guess this is just one of the charms of the printed word.