Gilbert was truly disturbed by the ceremony -- so reminiscent of a circus that he could imagine the emcee as a ringmaster, introducing the performing lions, tigers, and elephants in the three rings behind him, with a calliope playing in the background -- and he wondered how the Prime Minister had been beguiled into disinterring the body of their great leader, now martyred (and soon to be elevated to sainthood?), so that his remains could be placed in a newly constructed tomb, paid for with state monies approved by the Lord of the Fisc.

My idea of installing a calliope in the fisc building was met with howls of disapproval, which serves me right for proposing it to a bunch of beagles (rest assured that when I ran the idea by some humans, I took the added precaution of sweetening the pot with three things: a) a beguiling smirk; 2) a plate of ganja brownies; and d) the bonus idea of disinterring Abe Lincoln's bones and putting them on display next to the calliope, as an added attraction).