Ellison knew that he had but a few precious moments to spare if he had any hope in resuscitating the Face of Everyman. Using techniques that he had learned in Boy Scout Troop 108 of the Foggy Bottoms Resort and Spa he hoped to breath life back into the venerable sage. Ellison watched closely. At last there was a flickering eye lid followed by a wheeze and a cough. Once again the 4.5 billion year old artfully carved chunk of basalt had escaped the jaws of death.