T. E. Lawrence in writing of a Bedouin tribesman tells how one of them took him through a deserted palace where each room had a different scent, and then called "Come and smell the very sweetest scent of all" and led him to a gaping window where the empty wind of the desert went throbbing past. "This," he told him, "is the best: it has no taste." Well after listening to Mr. Miller, acting Commissioner of the IRS and long-time senior government employee of the IRS, … I think perhaps the room where Mr. Miller was testifying must have smelled like an out-house on a still hot summer Kansas day … flies and all … what a pile of crap!
