Mark, I bet I’m not alone among your readers in thinking of the Umberto Eco classic, The Name of the Rose. (Is it too early for that book to be a classic? Maybe a little. But I don’t think so.) As I recall, an old monk offs his fellow inmates by poisoning the pages of a book he disapproves of. The book is not finger-lickin’ good (or something).

(I think Eco, who adores language, would enjoy the Colonel’s slogan. I don’t know whether Eco, a Bologna scholar, is familiar with Kentucky.)