Tuesday, June 25, 2013

I'll give it five

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".

An epochal fifth win in a row in the quiz last night, caused (well that and the lager) me to declaim "Ozymandias" as a warning against hubris. The team was smaller than of late, which meant last week's £50 bar tab paid for all our booze. I really can't see a flaw in the arrangement.

Prodnose: How did the film quote round go?

Michaleen Flynn: Impetuous! Homeric!

Myself: Barry Fitzgerald in John Ford's The Quiet Man.

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