thanks, shahryar.
oh, here's another ozymandias poem i found on wikipedia. pretty apt, as it does name limeyland directly.
ah, how the mighty (at least in their own minds) have fallen.In Egypt's sandy silence, all alone,
Stands a gigantic Leg, which far off throws
The only shadow that the Desert knows:
"I am great OZYMANDIAS," saith the stone,
"The King of Kings; this mighty City shows
"The wonders of my hand." The City's gone,
Nought but the Leg remaining to disclose
The site of this forgotten Babylon.
We wonder, and some Hunter may express
Wonder like ours, when thro' the wilderness
Where London stood, holding the Wolf in chace,
He meets some fragments huge, and stops to guess
What powerful but unrecorded race
Once dwelt in that annihilated place.—Horace Smith.[11]
the limeys are back to swinging from trees, their true competitive advantage.
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I think the intelligent life still in limeyland recognises this, hence the song by cold play:
"I used to rule the world
Seas would rise when i gave the word
Now in the morning i sleep alone,
sweep the streets i used to own...
I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemies eyes,
Listen as the crowd would sing
"Now the old king is dead, long live the king!"
One minute i held the key, next the walls had closed on me
As i disovered that my castle stands, upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand."
pink floyd thought so too, but they put a better spin on it:
"plans that either come to nought or half a page of scribbled lines.
hanging on in quiet desperation
is the english way.
the time is gone, the song is over.
thought i'd something more to say".
-- "time", "dark side of the moon"
if it weren't the limeys, i'd even feel sorry for them.
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