It  was nearing midnight and the  Prime Minister was sitting 

alone in his office, reading a long memo that was slipping 

through his brain without leaving the slightest trace of mean-ing 

behind.  He was wathout leaving for a call from the president of 

a   far-distant   country, and  between  wondering  when  the  

wretched  man   would   telephone,  and  trying   to suppress

unpleasant memories  of   what  had been  a very long,  tiring  and 

difficult  week, there  was not  much space  in  his  head  for  any-thing  

else. The  more  he attempted  to focus on the prime Minister

could  see  the  gloating  face  of  one of  his political  opponents.

This  particular  opponent  had  appeared  on the news  that   very

day,  not  only  to  enumerate  all  the  terrible  things that had 

happened   in  the  last  week (as  though  anyone  needed  remind-ing)

but  also  to  explain  why  each  and  every  one  of  them   was  the  government's  fault.

待續.....^^