SILENCE SOUNDS GOOD
From HG’s publication - SILENCE SOUNDS GOOD I MET OZYMANDIAS, IN THE SECRETARIAT Ozymandias. The mighty emperor. Seeker of everlasting greatness who caused a colossal statue of himself to be made to ensure for him eternal fame. Shelley in ‘Ozymandias,’ refers to the impermanence of power by pointing to the decayed remains of that enormous statue, two vast, trunkless legs and a shattered visage, that lie neglected on a desert path, vaingloriously telling the passersby, with the ‘sneer of cold command:’ “I am Ozymandias, King of Kings.” Yesterday I met Ozymandias. In the Secretariat. Wearing disheveled clothes and holding an old diary in his hand, he was standing in a corner. ‘Wasn’t he a minister once?’, I asked my friend. I invited him to my room, talked pleasantries and served him tea. He had come to enquire about some small matter. I called the officials concerned and gave him the information that he had sought. He thanked me profusely,...