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."
The classic poem by Percy B. Shelley was the title of last night's episode of Breaking Bad. Two more episodes left till the end of one of the best tv shows in a long time, and we are no more clued in on what will happen than we were before, other than it won't be Hank doing the busting of WW.
In the meantime, enjoy some fine poetry courtesy of Bryan Cranston:
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