Mingling with poignant vestals

The pageant was a full spoof. The seer was quite slouch and brought discontent to the gyrating servitors. He was endeavoring to rant the rattle by polemics, though the result was a bore in water. A lot of the members became dissident. They started hurling vicarious insults to the oracle, in advertently, some profound truths, in addition. The notorious judge, threw a glimpse at the shrieking onlookers. His intellect engendered a vague spirit. His diminutive meant “crave”. His existence could be portrayed an obscenity to the surroundings. Only for just existing. He was wondering whether to open up cranking or just preserve the pastiche of the main tension.