The 415-Word Sentence

From our friend Varma: In buildings old and new, in their dungeons and lairs occupying prime space in the heart of things, in their swivel chairs, pack rats of status quo, nibbling away at the nation's creative venturing, under the fan and by the side of ACs, files stacked ceiling-high on desks and shelves, in computer hard-disks and in every alley, never fun to talk to, never fun to make a request, chiefs of operations and masters of operatic ennui, lords of the universe, poodles of their masters and parrots of their words, sucking up, ubiquitous as carbon in coal, high-brow, middle-brow, low-brow, no-brow, all browbeating R. K. Laxman's common man, and woman, asking them to prove they…