ALT Text: The great writer’s words have become so valued that not one can be wasted. Image: the writer sits typing at his desk Text: Discarded papers are retrieved, reassembled and catalogued Image: the writer has torn up some paper and thrown it into the waste basket, it has been taped back together and reads “milk, bread, loo roll” Text: Archivists curate every utterance, mutter or exclamation. Image: the writer sneezes and an assistant notes down the word “achoo” Text: Solitary dog walks are monitored with long-distance microphones Image: The writer speaks to his dog and a figure in a bush records the words “who’s a good boy” Text: Even night-time mumblings are diligently recorded and transcribed Image: the writer is in bed and beside him is a cumbersome tape recorder which is capturing his words “anvil…jam…horse” Text: His oeuvre of five novels and a book of poems is appended by one hundred and forty three posthumous volumes of additional material. End.