Riding on the shell and shot. He smites you down, he succours you, And where you seek him, he is not. - Robert Graves

The child alone a poet is: Spring and Fairyland are his. Truth and Reason show but dim, And all's poetry with him.

When the immense drugged universe explodes
In a cascade of unendurable colour
And leaves us gasping naked,
This is no more than the ectasy of chaos:
Hold fast, with both hands, to that royal love
Which alone, as we know certainly, restores
Fragmentation into true being.

Ecstasy of Chaos

Como se acostumbra en tales casos, el peral fue acusado de asesinato y sentenciado a ser desarraigado y quemado.

(Ante la asfixia de Drusilo habiéndosele quedado una pera atravesada en la garganta)