"Wading neck deep in a swamp, your revolver is neither use nor ornament until you have had time to clean it" Mary H. Kingsley (1897)

Remains Of The Day

The Calicut boat jetty at sunset.

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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”.

Ozymandias.  Percy Bysshe Shelley. Published 1818.

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“I have seen all the works that are done under the sun; and, behold, all is vanity..”  Ecclesiastes 1, 14.

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One response

  1. Very enjoyable visit here.

    November 15, 2010 at 6:57 am

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