He collapsed at the approach to his village. The villagers would not help, not admit him anywhere in. They were spooked, he may have been carrying corona. He died, and his remains were not let in either. Doctors were called, a test was done. The cadaver tested negative.

Hi ! the Howlery ! ho ! the Growlery! Ha ! the Sniffery, Snarlery, Scowlery ! There we may stay, If we choose, all day; But it 's only a smile that can bring us away.

How fare I? troth for ſixpence a meale, wench, as well as heart can wiſh, with Calves chaldrons and chitterlings […]

I have referred to Makbara 's (lost) inspiration as 'unpower', a term that I take from Derrida's reading of Artaud. As Derrida explains, unpower is not simply a lack of power, not merely impotence or verbal sterility; unpower is actually inspiration …