I first read ‘Ozymandias’ by Shelley back in school. I was no more than fourteen. What did I know of pride and political power except for that which appeared in glazed history books! With my limited understanding of vanity, I still found the poem discerning. As a little backstory, we were told that the genesis of the sonnet was a discussion between Percy Bysshe Shelley (the poet) and his friend Horace Smith about the annihilation of the once great empire of Egypt.
On Being Idle
Laughter is a rarity nowadays. Taking offence, I’m afraid, practiced to perfection. I remember how stories in our text books were sprinkled with the absurd, sometimes satirical humour to expose human naivety. The truth of the matter is that humour is indeed an ingenious way to make us think, question and introspect. Consider ‘On a …
A Hundred Quills 