Jim found Zaanan Frame at his desk, Tiffany's Justices' Guide open before him as it always was in his moments of leisure. Zaanan nodded.
"Set," he said.
"Judge," said Jim, "I've been invited to help beat you at the next election."
"Um!"
"They tell me a corporation hasn't a chance with you."
"Some hain't," said Zaanan, briefly.
"An