SEVERAL Political Entities1 were piding the spoils.
I will take the management of the prisons, said a Decent Respect
for Public Opinion, and make a radical2 change.
And I, said the Blotted3 Escutcheon, will retain my present
general connection with affairs, while my friend here, the Soiled
Ermine, will remain in the Judiciary.
The Political Pot said it would not boil any more unless
replenished4 from the Filthy5 Pool.
The Cohesive6 Power of Public Plunder7 quietly remarked that the two
bosses would, he supposed, naturally be his share.
No, said the Depth of Degradation8, they have already fallen to
me.
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