"You are in thrall to the aged ones. You live in desolation. Yet you shall be the germ of my fever, and the germ shall be a virus, and the virus shall be a word. And the word shall restore your birthright to you. For here is a new commandment: HE WHO CANNOT CREATE, LET HIM DESTROY
[Destructo, Wonder-Worker] NEW! This story was originally written in the seventies (though slightly revised later), and was scheduled to appear in the third issue of the British magazine R.E.M., but the issue never materialized..
This is a grotesque fable, too grotesque for some, to see print..
This melancholy and distressing fable reflects the author's own self-imposed exile from London. Previously unpublished.