Sachs Canon listened with awe while Killarney laid on for seven days and seven nights. Not one time did K hiccough or breach for a draught of beverage. His arms moved like pistons and wind mills. His eyes seared your soul. His posture, with his legs stationed far apart, stood like the rock of Gibraltar.

Justice Coon could see it all in his mind's eye and grovelled before the Defense whispering softly, "Since the Adi-Shankar and the Sutras of the 'sarirakhya bhasya', no one has held forth with such vinegar and fudge. Truly defense must be an incarnation Maha-deva or Siva himself."

On the 7th day Defense closed in like a tiger making his final crouch before leaping to kill a herd of helpless water buffalo, but just at that moment Plaintiff stood and raised his hand like an incarnation of William Jennings Bryan and declared, "I will not let you crucify this Court on a Cross of Turnips. We capitulate to the last two minutes, and the conclusion of you speech. ..