"Peace!"
"No, sir; I mean confusion, excitement, and so on. There's a word to signify it, but I can't speak it."
"Abject terrorism?"
"No—no. Its archany, or something of the kind."
"I guess you mean anarchy, don't you?"
"I do—I do! Bless me if I haven't been trying for a whole hour to get that word! That's the very thing. When called out I want to lead off with: 'Fellow citizens, the peace has flown, and arnica reigns supreme!' I guess that will knock them."
"You don't mean arnica—you mean anarchy."
"That's what I mean, of course, but every time I think anarchy I get it arnica, and I don't know but I will have to give up the speech."
"Why don't you write it down?"
The man took up a pen and wrote: "A-r-k-a-n-y." Then he said: "Peace has fled and arkany reigns in the land."