"The Circumlocution Office was (as everybody knows without being told) the
    most important Department under Government. No public business of any kind
    could possibly be done at any time without the acquiescence of the Circumlocution
    Office. Its finger was in the largest public pie, and in the smallest public
    tart. It was equally impossible to do the plainest right and to undo the
    plainest wrong without the express authority of the Circumlocution Office.
    If another Gunpowder Plot had been discovered half an hour before the lighting
    of the match, nobody would have been justified in saving the parliament until
    there had been half a score of boards, half a bushel of minutes, several
    sacks of official memoranda, and a family-vault full of ungrammatical correspondence,
    on the part of the Circumlocution Office.
This glorious establishment had been early in the field, when the one sublime
    principle involving the difficult art of governing a country, was first distinctly
    revealed to statesmen. It had been foremost to study that bright revelation
    and to carry its shining influence through the whole of the official proceedings.
    Whatever was required to be done, the Circumlocution Office was beforehand
    with all the public departments in the art of perceiving — HOW NOT TO DO
    IT.
Through this delicate perception, through the tact with which it invariably
    seized it, and through the genius with which it always acted on it, the Circumlocution
    Office had risen to overtop all the public departments; and the public condition
    had risen to be — what it was.
It is true that How not to do it was the great study and object of all public
    departments and professional politicians all round the Circumlocution Office.
    It is true that every new premier and every new government, coming in because
    they had upheld a certain thing as necessary to be done, were no sooner come
    in than they applied their utmost faculties to discovering How not to do
    it. It is true that from the moment when a general election was over, every
    returned man who had been raving on hustings because it hadn't been done,
    and who had been asking the friends of the honourable gentleman in the opposite
    interest on pain of impeachment to tell him why it hadn't been done, and
    who had been asserting that it must be done, and who had been pledging himself
    that it should be done, began to devise, How it was not to be done. It is
    true that the debates of both Houses of Parliament the whole session through,
    uniformly tended to the protracted deliberation, How not to do it. It is
    true that the royal speech at the opening of such session virtually said,
    My lords and gentlemen, you have a considerable stroke of work to do, and
    you will please to retire to your respective chambers, and discuss, How not
    to do it. It is true that the royal speech, at the close of such session,
    virtually said, My lords and gentlemen, you have through several laborious
    months been considering with great loyalty and patriotism, How not to do
    it, and you have found out; and with the blessing of Providence upon the
    harvest (natural, not political), I now dismiss you. All this is true, but
    the Circumlocution Office went beyond it.
Because the Circumlocution Office went on mechanically, every day, keeping
    this wonderful, all-sufficient wheel of statesmanship, How not to do it,
    in motion. Because the Circumlocution Office was down upon any ill-advised
    public servant who was going to do it, or who appeared to be by any surprising
    accident in remote danger of doing it, with a minute, and a memorandum, and
    a letter of instructions that extinguished him. It was this spirit of national
    efficiency in the Circumlocution Office that had gradually led to its having
    something to do with everything. Mechanicians, natural philosophers, soldiers,
    sailors, petitioners, memorialists, people with grievances, people who wanted
    to prevent grievances, people who wanted to redress grievances, jobbing people,
    jobbed people, people who couldn't get rewarded for merit, and people who
    couldn't get punished for demerit, were all indiscriminately tucked up under
    the foolscap paper of the Circumlocution Office.
Numbers of people were lost in the Circumlocution Office. Unfortunates with
    wrongs, or with projects for the general welfare (and they had better have
    had wrongs at first, than have taken that bitter English recipe for certainly
    getting them), who in slow lapse of time and agony had passed safely through
    other public departments; who, according to rule, had been bullied in this,
    over-reached by that, and evaded by the other; got referred at last to the
    Circumlocution Office, and never reappeared in the light of day. Boards sat
    upon them, secretaries minuted upon them, commissioners gabbled about them,
    clerks registered, entered, checked, and ticked them off, and they melted
    away. In short, all the business of the country went through the Circumlocution
    Office, except the business that never came out of it; and its name was Legion.
Sometimes, angry spirits attacked the Circumlocution Office. Sometimes,
    parliamentary questions were asked about it, and even parliamentary motions
    made or threatened about it by demagogues so low and ignorant as to hold
    that the real recipe of government was, How to do it. Then would the noble
    lord, or right honourable gentleman, in whose department it was to defend
    the Circumlocution Office, put an orange in his pocket, and make a regular
    field-day of the occasion. Then would he come down to that house with a slap
    upon the table, and meet the honourable gentleman foot to foot. Then would
    he be there to tell that honourable gentleman that the Circumlocution Office
    not only was blameless in this matter, but was commendable in this matter,
    was extollable to the skies in this matter. Then would he be there to tell
    that honourable gentleman that, although the Circumlocution Office was invariably
    right and wholly right, it never was so right as in this matter. Then would
    he be there to tell that honourable gentleman that it would have been more
    to his honour, more to his credit, more to his good taste, more to his good
    sense, more to half the dictionary of commonplaces, if he had left the Circumlocution
    Office alone, and never approached this matter. Then would he keep one eye
    upon a coach or crammer from the Circumlocution Office sitting below the
    bar, and smash the honourable gentleman with the Circumlocution Office account
    of this matter. And although one of two things always happened; namely, either
    that the Circumlocution Office had nothing to say and said it, or that it
    had something to say of which the noble lord, or right honourable gentleman,
    blundered one half and forgot the other; the Circumlocution Office was always
    voted immaculate by an accommodating majority.
Such a nursery of statesmen had the Department become in virtue of a long career
of this nature, that several solemn lords had attained the reputation of being
quite unearthly prodigies of business, solely from having practised, How not
to do it, as the head of the Circumlocution Office. As to the minor priests and
acolytes of that temple, the result of all this was that they stood divided into
two classes, and, down to the junior messenger, either believed in the Circumlocution
Office as a heaven-born institution that had an absolute right to do whatever
it liked; or took refuge in total infidelity, and considered it a flagrant nuisance."
                                                                                 Book 1, Chapter 10 
Uproariously funny - and yet so familiar.
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