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Ozymandias
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.”
“Coimhéad fearg fhear na foighde”
Beware of the anger of a patient man.
I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A small bird will drop frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.
In a room where people unanimously maintain a conspiracy of silence, one word of truth sounds like a pistol shot.
As a youth in the Midwest I took girls to REO Speedwagon concerts in order to, of course, get laid. This did not work, mainly because they all left the concert thinking not of me but of Gary the lead guitarist. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eGgLPriZUSA
Yeah. Note to self, never take a woman to a show of any type where somebody more attractive is appearing. Movies with Earnest Borgnine are good bets. Movies with Fabio are not.
In the case of guitarists, it turns out Roy Clark is actually pretty good, in spite of being a banjo picker on Hee Haw back in the day and now old enough he’s probably not playing much longer. Pity, that. I watched Hee Haw for the girls, and turns out I was overlooking one of the most under-rated guitarists out there.
There are times in a man’s life when he should just look in awe at the opposition and admit defeat. Saves a lot of time.
– Max