Somehow inside the tendriled insanity that is this week’s Do Anything by Warren Ellis, I found coherency and decided to remember it for all time.
(…And inside, atop a rotting plinth that you belatedly realise is composed of the bodies of Len Wein’s Swamp Thing and Steve Gerber’s Man-Thing seized by cellular coma in the act of copulation, is Alan Moore on his ultradimensional stone throne, pointing an armoured finger at you and lurching forward and his scary atom eyes are burning into the front of your head as he says “There is no escape from structure. You are reading this inside a machine for living in, from a surface that is the end product of hundreds of years of industrial processes, and also you forgot –â€)
