Bishop Chuff sat sourly in his office and sighed for more worlds
to canker. Round the room stood the tall filing cases containing
card indexes of prohibited offences, and he looked gloomily over
the crowded drawers in the vain hope of finding something that had
been overlooked. He pulled out a drawer at random--Schedule K-36,
Minor Social Offenses--and ran his embittered eye over a card. It
was marked Conversational Felonies, and began thus:

Arguing
Blandishing
Buffoonery
Contradicting
Demurring
Ejaculating
Exaggerating
Facetiousness
Giggling
Hemming and Hawing
Implying
Insisting
Jesting

Each item also referred to another card on which the penalty was
noted and legal test cases summarized.

"No," he brooded, "there is nothing left."

Even the most loyal of the Bishop's Staff admitted that he was far
from well, and it was decided that he ought to take a vacation. He
himself concurred in this, and as the home resorts were no longer