Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveller from an antique land,
Who said—“Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. . . . Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, these words appear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”
Conveniently, Mr. Shelley was married to Mrs. Shelley, a.k.a. Mary Shelley a.k.a. author of Frankenstein a.k.a. The Modern Prometheus. Some viewers might not be opposed to Walter White a.k.a. Heisenberg meeting the same end that the Titan did, namely being bound to a rock and having an eagle visit him every day to eat his liver, and then regrowing his liver overnight and having it all happen again the next day, a.k.a. Groundhog Day II: It's for the Birds...
...I'm sorry. I forgot where I was going with this.
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