Sentence The Fourhundredandtwentyfourth

When Pantagruel MacFarlane opened his eyes he found himself staring at the sky above, with something celestial eclipsing the sun, until his eyes came back into focus on that object and found it
to be the head and face of His Excellency, Joachim von Ribbentrop, German Ambassador to the Court of St James and as his hearing also began to slowly return to normal he could hear the petulant and officious voice of this close personal friend of Reichschancellor Adolf Hitler, whom many, both other Nazis and European diplomats, viewed as an “unwholesome, half-comical figure” whose appointment was considered to be an overslaugh, a reward from the Fuhrer to one of his sycophantic drama llamas who, even now, seemed to be at risk of straining his throat through his application of the undiplomatic theory that the louder one is, the more likely one is to be understood, but eventually he stopped shouting at MacFarlane and pushed a wine glass into the prone Englishman's hands with an injunction to him to quaff from it, saying it was a sweet Rhenish wine “which was not 'alf good,” and Pan drank a couple of mouthfuls he realised that Ribbentrop was standing back, grinning like a Cheshire Cat and Pan eventually managed to pull himself up with the aid of a supporting table and several willing hands: and once he was on his feet again, he was quick to thank the German Ambassador; which was when he remembered something that he had no knowledge of yet: there would be a Second World War, at the end of which Ribbentrop would be tried, convicted and executed for his War Crimes, along with a number of the Nazi leaders, but that Hitler seemed to have either slipped out of his Final Bunker and made his way to South America where there were several sympathetic regimes, or died somehow and his body had then been secretly disposed of!