Alfred Jarry
Behold, as the flowers of the field are felled, hoed by the heedless, heartless hoe of the heedlees, heartless hoer who heartlessly hacks their heads, so now Nick Nackerley. Proud as a poppy, dead as a dandelion. Fiercely he fought, but there were just too many Russkies.
- Ubu Roi
- Ubu Roi