Or Ubu the King, whichever you prefer. I just finished reading it for class. The whole time all I could think was that I want whatever Alfred Jarry was on…which was quite a lot, apparently.
Jarry had meantime discovered the pleasures of alcohol, which he called “my sacred herb” or, when referring to absinthe, the “green goddess”. A story is told that he once painted his face green and rode through town on his bicycle in its honour (and possibly under its influence).
Living in worsening poverty, neglecting his health, and drinking excessively, Jarry went on to write what is often cited as the first cyborg sex novel, Le Surmâle (The Supermale), which is partly a satire on the Symbolist ideal of self-transcendence.