Ray Vin Ma'd

THAT, TOO, OF COURSE,
BUT STILL COMPLETELY {In a triangle, with a picture of something that has just disappeared} NOTHING.

No thing O thing othing othering boo
And a complete absence and almost antithesis of derring-do.

The Wombles shifted in nervously. "What are we here for anyway?" one of them asked querulously. "Well, there was to have been a plot," Phil began, before being interrupted by a drum solo, "but it was intercepted on the way by a posse of hermeneutical mafiosi, who headed it off at the pass."

And yet, and yet, Arthur mused. Somwhere, there must be a plot. "Yes, we want a structure, give us some logic," the Wombles cried. But their efforts were resisted by the Ma'd tribe. Ray Vin Ma'd, their leader, looked up from his copy of "A pseud's guide to Derrida; or Derrida's guide to pseuds; a.k.a. how to gibber in 5 easy lessons (vol. 2 free with vol. 1)". {Tick}

What no allusions?! No — originality stands on its own merits. Soon, soon, we shall move up into the broad, sunlit uplands, where plots exist. There is no alternative — other than the rantings of the Ma'd — "I have nothing to offer you, but gibber, text and words."