The way a book ought to be written . . .

From the acknowledgements to My Three Years with Eisenhower, by Harry Butcher:

Possibly not a single entry was made in the diary without the aid of one or more cigars. These came from a variety of courses including friends at home, such as . . . .

Of course, Butcher goes on to say that he smoked Burns Panatelas, but maybe they were better back then.