A little back-story. In 1809, the Drury Lane Theater burned down, a sad event for London theater goers. It took three years to rebuild the place and as re-opening day approached, the managers needed to get themselves talked about. They came up with a competition. Members of the public were solicited to write an oration to be read on the theater’s opening night. The sweetener was a prize was fifty pounds, an eye-catching sum in those days, and even today. Continue reading →
Ozymandias, Ozymandias- wait, don’t tell me. Dusty fellow, immortalized by Shelley. Big broken statue of some sort? “Legless legs of stone,” something, something. Curious sort of name, at any rate. Obviously not Roman. Not Greek. Something middle eastern, though. Mesopotamia, maybe, or one of the other dry places. Sumerian? Babylonian?