The Senator from Arizona rose, and the chamber hushed to hear him. He was tall and greying, with an eagle's nose and a noble brow. He wore striped pants, a wing collar, a spade-tailed coat, and nose glasses leashed with yards of black, fluttering ribbon. He rolled out his words with infinite relish. "My faults," he cried, "are obvious. There can be no doubt I have my full share. I suffer from cacoëthes loquendi, a mania or itch for talking, from vanity and morbidity, and, as is obvious to everyone who knows me,...
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