The Life Saver

　　AN Orator1 afflicted2 with atrophy3 of the organ of common-sense rose

　　in his place in the halls of legislation and pointed4 with pride to

　　his Unblotted Escutcheon. Seeing what it supposed to be the finger

　　of scorn pointed at it, the Unblotted Escutcheon turned black with

　　rage. Seeing the Unblotted Escutcheon turning black with what he

　　supposed to be the record of his own misdeeds showing through the

　　whitewash5, the Orator fell dead of mortification6. Seeing the

　　Orator fall dead of what they supposed to be atrophy of the organ

　　of common-sense, his colleagues resolved that whenever they should

　　adjourn7 because they were tired, it should be out of respect to the

　　memory of him who had so frequently made them so.