The price was certainly right (and laughably low), and I was the only one interested, at least until three hours to go, when I had to leave the house. Then two other people stepped in and snatched them up.
I could have bid more, of course, but I thought no-one else was interested. And while they were the right price, it was still a chunk of change. And the price they went for even more so. Still, it was a harsh reminder of why I never do the eBay thing in the first place -- I get genuinely pissed off when I don't win. Same for gambling. I don't gamble, not for any principled reason, but because I get right pissed at losing. It's no fun for me at all. I bought my lottery ticket, now where are my millions? I DID WHAT I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO.
Oh well. The dream of a house with every wall plastered in art continues. That it will be covered in art is one thing, but artists I genuinely admire and pursue? Fat chance.