I've chosen to leave behind, bedside, my eight-volume set of John Kendrick Bangs' humorous writings. I had never heard of him until I found his A House-boat on the Styx, a first edition, at an antique fair. As the title suggests, one doesn't have to cross that river if one can afford a berth on the house-boat and party forever in the company of distinguished 'shades' of historical figures... George Washington, Socrates, Hamlet, Sir Walter, and on and on and on. Everything is fine until the wives come aboard and hi-jack the boat, which inevitably led to another volume, The Pursuit of the House-boat: Being Some Further Account of the Divers Doings of the Associated Shades, under the Leadership of Sherlock Holmes, Esq.
I know it sounds frivolous, and I had decided to go with The Sayings of Confucious, to make it seem like I hadn't wasted my life, but I believe Confucious is on the passenger list, so he's there for consultation.
For those who are unacquainted with Bangs, he was writing and made quite a noise as a contemporary of Kipling's. He was editor of one of the big popular periodicals. Methinks it was McCall's.