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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.
Thanks man. I’m hoping this hide and seek thing is done with.
Good luck. I hope it works out. If for some reason you have another move just shoot me an email.
Not so fast, something is happening over there again.
What happens when your bat signal goes down? Now Wilder, Wealthy and Wise is doa.
I have no information yet. When I do, I’ll post it.
Wilder is back at it’s usual spot. Bustednuckles continues in its new home.
I don’t know if these disruptions on blogs that have been stable for years and years are a pattern or chance. For now things are functioning.