Leave the gun, take the cannoli. Our brother Fuzzy sent me this killer book approx the size, shape, and weight of a tombstone. The mailman needed a forklift. Take a gander at this titanic tome:

One Dickens of a book.
That's somewhere's in the neighborhood, I estimate, of 236 cigars' duration to get it all read.
My great grandson Oliver approves.
Thanks, Fuzz.