In Sicily, Women Are More Dangerous Than Shotguns

I went to Oxford to do my monthly bulk book shopping. I often read weird stuff. So, at the end of my browsing, I had a huge pile of books and was doing my final sifting and talking with the manager, when an old Gentleman walked up to talk with the manager. He glanced at my pile, took a look at me and then took a step backwards. I looked down at my pile and saw "The Complete Book of Handguns", "The Illustrated History of Whisky" and "Slaughterhouse-Five". I must admit, I too would avoid that combination, especially if the person was dressed all in black.