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by Andy Moore on July 30, 2013

Over images of Albuquerque, Walter White reads an 1818 Percy Bysshe Shelley sonnet called Ozymandias, written about the inevitable fall of all empires. It's difficult to not see in its 14 lines its connection to egotistical king-maker WW, an impending DEA investigation, and even the sands that make up the New Mexico desert:

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. 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

12 more days.

[H/T: The Verge]