There are several methods used by Harper Lee to communicate what is going on in the trial. For example, she sets up the character of Bob Ewell by using metaphors “once more he was a red little rooster”. This metaphor shows that Bob Ewell’s body language and state of mind where like that of a rooster. This could mean that he was showing pride, as roosters portray certain physical characteristics that we interpret as pride such as a puffed up chest. Lee also portrays Atticus as non-chalant, this is shown through his walk towards Bob Ewell to give him the pen. “He moved leisurely””He placed it gently”. These quotes show that Atticus has a very precise plan and so far it seems as if it’s going well.
“There is only one question I can ask you, Adeline. There is only one answer I’ll accept, so what will it be?”
“No.”
It was later that night that Gustavo truly felt what pain meant in his lonely Parisian apartment. The walls with paint peeling off the walls and the pain seeping from his skin. The apartment was such a place of beauty, it had the authentic Parisian feel. An apartment that’s almost self-aware of it’s decay and instead of rushing to fix and change it, the apartment was slowing down. Maybe even sitting and grabbing a small glass of succulent Chateau d’Yquem. Gustavo, himself, opened that fine vintage and sipped in the darkness of his salon. The dark enveloped him almost to the point where he was simmering in his own despair. Laying slumped in his chair, he promised himself something. Adeline would pay for this. He walked over to his bedroom and grabbed a notebook, in only the light of his paraffin lamp, he wrote. He wrote until his hands began to cramp, till his mind wandered into the empty and never ending dunes of his imagination. Until, the very fabric of time slowed and somehow, the story and him became one. Binded only to reality by a single thread of his physical form, his mind wandered. Wandered to places, even he could confirm he never knew he knew.
Alas, the biting sting of the sun hit his face, awakening him from his subconscious slumber, he woke like a new man. He cocked his hat as he pleased, so to speak. He had been awakened. As his father would say Nothing like a lover to correct your path. He entered the halls where he had often find his soul. His concert hall, his Shangri-La. The place where nirvana came to him.The faded black of his concert hall was something that stirred him. He brought out his leather notebook and cracked his knuckles. He picked his violin and started a melody. People often asked how he became such a successful conductor despite the fact he never learned how to read or write music, his answer often made people skeptical, confused and even angry. He started (the recipe for his success was such popular query that he developed a brief but very descriptive answer for it) by telling people when he first heard music.
“In Toscana, I was from the small city of Grosseto, and it was completely shattered after the war. Buildings that stood tall since the days of Dante brought down by one man fooled by another to shoot down his brothers and sisters. Grosseto needed something to remind it’s people that life was not just bullets and rations. My parents opened our attic, and brought out two cases. They refused to tell me what they were until the entire city (which had only around 1000 people) met up in the “sala di concerti”. So the day passed, we met in the “sala di concerti”, and my parents opened their cases. My mother opened her case and brought out a velvet stool and sat at the piano and my father had a violin.”
What he describes next is what really confuses, angers or frustrates people. He describes what happened after his parents struck the first notes of their piece, instead of hearing their beautiful rendition of Scarlatti, he saw colours. Not from their surroundings but rather their instruments. Subtle shades of green coming from out from the beautiful strokes of the violin, shades of purple and blue coming from the pounding ivory keys. Gustavo saw his parents creating this beautiful kaliedescope of artistic expression. Passionately struck, he ran to his parents and picked up a violin and created these colours. First, the shades were wrong but soon enough he struck the perfect colour.
PETA
I was once a very strong PETA supporter. PETA is the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals. I used to donate to them, go to fun-runs (we never actually ran, just walked for a bit and socialised) and even sponsor some of their animals. My ignorance for their darker deeds was complete bliss, however knowledge struck me with its burden. I happened upon a story about a dog-pound owner in Connecticut, New England. Recently, he had been getting a lot of flak from PETA because his pound was killing innocent animals. After further research into the matter, I found out that he was killing the rabid and the aggressive animals. While, I admit, I am not a zoologist I’m fairly certain that rabid and aggressive dogs are better off dead than they are alive and well. After coming to this miraculous epiphany, I understood that the paper that I was reading was a PETA leaning publication because they didn’t show their readers the facts ie: the fact that rabid and aggressive dogs need to be put down. The fact of the matter is that if the owner did not kill these animals they would have to release them. One furious worker was quoted to say “We are the repository of society ills. If we don’t kill these poor animals, what do we do? Let them out on the street and then they’ll bite everybody, and then we’ll get blamed again?”. The harassment includes daily aggressive protests as well as death threats to families. After a while these events started to intensify. Like a symphony, piano to fortissimo, the events increased in proximity. Alas, I’ve had enough. Now, I’d like to expose these tyrannous, malicious hacks for what they are.
Now, you maybe thinking the killing of animals, any animal is wrong. That’s not all they protest. Very few people haven’t heard of Pokemon, the beloved game and TV show. You may be thinking what that’s got to do with anything, well, PETA issued an OFFICIAL BOYCOTT against Pokemon. That’s right. PETA said and I quote “The difference between real life and this fictional world full of organized animal fighting is that Pokemon games paint rosy pictures of things that are actually horrible.” Firstly, Pokemon are not real. They are fictional beings, in a fictional world, with fictional characters in a fictional universe. Secondly, according to the game lore, most of the Pokemon are self-sustaining. The reason they live in those balls, when they are captured is because they are shrunk down and placed in an environment. Also, there are grass type Pokemon who are holophytic. Thirdly, why doesn’t protest against Call of Duty? In that game you snap German Shepherd necks and shoot chickens for no reason. Do you see the insanity? Do you see the horror?
Lastly, extremism. Extremism is PETA’s worst sin. Sending dangerous criminals who have thrown Molotov cocktails into research labs. People who have placed low-level incendiary devices outside scientists houses. People who would be cast as the scum if it wasn’t for one thing. They did these deeds for PETA Agenda. You know, total animal liberation. What’s worse is not the fact that they get sponsored by PETA but the fact that they go to universities around the world asking the youth to do the same. By using a mixture of emotional manipulation and horrific images to blur facts and promote their heinous agenda. They are the scum that infest the minds and hearts of naive, young men and women to think they are doing this for a just cause. When in fact they are nothing but an elaborate subterfuge. An infectious disease to numb the mind and boil the blood. Despite, the amount of hatred I’ve given them. They have one good thing, something that doesn’t redeem them but it sure makes me hate them less: they do try and promote morality in children about animals. That’s it.
Alas, this crazy jibber-jabber has finally come to a close. There are so many things in the world you can donate to: UNICEF, Red Cross, Medicines Sans Frontiers, National Geographic, WWF, Wikipedia for Christ’s sake. While animals are important and caring for our Earth is a responsibility that everyone has, there are people, REAL PEOPLE that need your help. From refugees, to old people in an empty home, there are people that need compassion and kindness. Give it to them, instead of giving it to an organization that promises to help when all it does is harm. Please avoid PETA, avoid them like the plague. Respect animals but eat them as well. You know, if you want to.
That’s it from me.
Happy Holidays from the Inquirer!
1.) Fight Club (Book and Movie)
2.) The Myth of Sisyphus
3.) American Beauty
4.) Zen and the Art of the Motorcycle Maintenance
5.) Introducing Existentialism
Any suggestions are welcomed!
Flaws and the analysis of flaws are common in literature, partly because of their universal appeal to all people. People either read these because they acknowledge and enjoy their flaws or have a certain schadenfreude, which means that writers can explore this without fear of completely alienating their audience. In Shakespeare’s famous The Tragedy of Othello, for example, Othello is a very honorable man who is manipulated by Iago. On the face of it, the play seems like nothing but another tired “journey” into good and evil, but one must look further than the mask (so to speak). Othello thinks he is cuckolded and slowly starts to lose his mental stability, but he is too prideful to admit this to his wife Desdemona and when he finally confronts her she is too innocent to understand the implications of his accusations. There are flaws in both the characters, and (intentionally or non-intentionally) there are many more as one needs flaws to make a character. Shakespeare and Browning have different ways and reasons to explore flaws and these ways will be analysed below.
Shakespeare often makes his characters very flawed, because he uses these flaws to justify any mistakes that his characters make during the course of his plays. For example, one of Othello’s flaws is that he is too trusting. He trusts Iago too much despite the fact that his instinct tells him not to. He asks Iago for “ocular proof” and Iago replies “Is’t come to tis?” which is him manipulating Othello. When Iago is saying this, he is challenging the roots of Othello’s friendship. Shakespeare is very astutely using dramatic irony because the audience knows that Iago is a charlatan but Othello doesn’t. Iago uses Othello’s trust and turns it against the people that are loyal to him (Cassio and Desdemona). Othello murdering Desdemona is then later justified by Lodovico who understands that he was manipulated by Iago. “To you, lord governor, remains the censure of this hellish villain”, this is him directing this statement to Iago because he realises Iago’s guilt.
In Browning’s work, he presents flaws more as an important characteristic. In regards to Browning, one could say that the flaws of a character is their character (not to imply that Browning’s character have no depth, quite the contrary, but I digress). In Porphyria’s Lover, the narrator’s main flaw is his mental instability (as is evidenced by not only the murder but how he murdered her) and the poem is centered almost exclusively around it. The entire poem is in iambic tetrameter and in one large paragraph which one could interpret as a very rapid and rash stream of thought. The narrator almost glazes over the murder claiming “No pain felt she; I am quite sure she felt no pain.”, although he though mentions it repeatedly but more implicitly at other times. The narrator is not the only character that is flawed, Porphyria herself is built as promiscuous and a seductress. I believe that this is intentional on Robert Browning’s part to portray the events more equally instead of making the entire monologue a good versus bad monologue. Robert Browning was a staunch anti-spiritualist and despised the morality people derived from God, I believe that is why the line “And God has not said a word!” was added. I think this is a specific jab towards the derived morality people tend to have. Almost all of his poems have a very dark and ominous setting, which is usually juxtaposed with a religious setting (by setting, I mean place). In The Laboratory, the potion is made in an apothecary which was in a cathedral, in the poem Soliloquy of the Spanish Cloister, the entire dramatic monologue is set in a monastery etc. I think Browning intentionally does this to show the Church in a negative light or to make the problems of the church more known.
In Othello, nearly all the characters are flawed and I believe that Shakespeare does this intentionally to add an element of realism in this play. Desdemona is partly responsible for her own demise because she always has an air of culpability and is very forgiving of her husband (even upon her murder, by her husband). “Unkindness may do much and his unkindness may defeat my life but never taint my love”. She even tries to absolve her killer (Othello) by claiming she killed herself. I think her fault is intentional because Shakespeare has written her as the embodiment of good in Othello. Desdemona is kind, loving and very forgiving and Shakespeare uses her to show a rather bleak message, that the embodiment of evil in Othello’s life (Iago) overpowers him. Evil vanquishing good was something that was unheard of in the entertainment at the time. Browning, on the other hand, uses his character’s flaws not as representations of the inner struggle of man but rather as things that determine the behavior of the character themselves. Like in Childe Roland, where Roland’s paranoia affects the decision he makes in regards to the “hoary cripple”. Childe Roland is a tired knight-to-be on a quest that seems to never end, throughout his journey he develops a sense of nihilism and cynicism: “What else should he be set for, with his staff? What, save to waylay with his lies, ensnare, All travellers who might find him posted there”. This quote shows his paranoia because he is making assumptions about an old man and they are largely centered around the old man harming him. Yet, Childe Roland does as he says, not because he believes the old man but rather it would accelerate the end of his journey. This shows that Childe Roland’s fault is his lethargy. He feels contempt and boredom in regards to his “mission” and is looking for an end to it. The reasons that started his lethargy are explored and his lethargy stems from a sense of his journey being arbitrary. By this, I mean that his journey has dragged on for so long that he has lost all the passion he used to have. His passion was battered by the harsh realities of life and that is when his lethargy begins. Roland has lost a lot in this journey with no reward or acknowledgement. Shakespeare uses the classic binary “good and bad” to mask his complexity.
Flaws are used by Browning to diversify his characters whilst Shakespeare uses them as a characteristic for the audience to remember them by. These two different methods often change the entire meaning and course of the pieces.
This chapter is introducing the novel. It mainly revolves around developing the main characters. We meet Scout, Jem and their friend Charles Baker Harris, aka. Dill. They are discussing something of a local legend, the Radley house which is know for it’s bizarre and mysterious residents most notably: Boo Radley.
The quote I picked was “Jem and I found our father satisfactory”. This statement is something that seems like an evaluation for an employee not a father figure and defienetly not a loved one. This detachment they have towards their own father is something both distressing and fascinating.
Chapter 2
Dill is returning to Meridian as the summer is almost over. Scout is excited about her first day of school but finds out that her intellect is not appreciated by her teacher Miss Caroline who is trying to implement a new method of teaching (as explained to her by Jem). The afternoon does not go well for Scout either as she tries to explain why one of the boys in her class (Walter Cunningham) can’t afford to pay her back when she offers him a quarter for lunch. Miss Caroline, frustrated by the behaviour of Scout hits he hand with a ruler.
The quotation I have picked is “Had her conduct been more friendly toward me, I would have felt sorry for her. She was a pretty little thing.” This quote shows how Scout is influenced by her father. The same courteous detachment that Atticus treats Scout and Jem with is the detachment that Scout has treated Miss Caroline with. This shows how much Scout has emulated her father (consciously or not) and despite her father being detached Atticus still has an influence over the way Scout thinks and the way Jem acts.
Chapter 3
At lunch, Scout rubs Walter’s nose in the dirt for getting her in trouble, but Jem intervenes and invites Walter to lunch. Atticus treats Walter as a grown man and talks to him with the respect and courtesy of one. Later on, Scout scolds Walter for covering his meal in syrup who then gets scolded by Calpurnia to not scold others whoever they might be and however they might be eating, drinking or whatever.
Dear Mr.Brand
I watched your Newsnight interview with a mixture of anticipation and trepidation. Paxman’s reputation precedes him; he is a verbal Leviathan forged in steel. Of course, not implying that you are one of the meek fisher-folk the Leviathan preys on, quite the opposite in fact. You are a very powerful wordsmith and are very capable of parrying and countering anything that is thrown at you. This is what makes this interview not David Vs. Goliath but Goliath Vs. Goliath. However, your article is the main focus of this letter. Your article portrays your intentions and your beliefs much more clearly than the barrage of arguments that the interview turned into.
The article stated your stance on voting, that it only serves a purpose if it brings along change. Since there is little change being brought, the frustration is completely justified. Let me explain. There is a procedure in place for situations like that, say nobody voted (including the dummy votes put in by parties), the monarchy decides on one of the two things- either it takes complete power like it did in the times before the English Civil War or it chooses the party it deems more “able” to rule the country. This is bad because we don’t want an absolute monarch and we don’t want the same old garbage we had before. In any case, not voting will get you the governance that you do not want. Therefore, not voting will only lead to one of these three undesirable results.
You misunderstand the message that will be sent to the Parliament by not voting. They will not receive an eye-opener about their sub par governance but rather another opportunity to grovel their way to power. There is a very key issue, exposed with first past the post voting, that the majority are not represented. Say there are a hundred people, 50 people decide to follow your advice and not vote, this leaves 50 people who choose to vote for one for one of the two majority party because independent parties don’t have a chance anyway. They want their voices to be heard, so they vote for those with a higher chance to be in power, so 24 vote for Party 1 and 26 votes for party 2. Party 2 wins but 74% of the population is already not represented. Not voting just enables the powerful to keep in power. So, I agree that the system needs to change, it needs to change from the inside and it needs to change now. It’s not that they’re deaf, they have noise cancelling headphones on. It’s not stupidity, it’s willful ignorance and a deliberate manipulation of the system, as stated in your article: “The lazily duplicitous servants of the City expect us to gratefully participate in what amounts to little more than a political hokey cokey where every four years we get to choose what color tie the liar who leads us wears.”
Your points are very relevant but they are sometimes lost in this heavy prose, which while makes it very interesting, makes the point clouded overall. The language that you use shows your articulation and intelligence(which is no suprise to those who have heard you speak on Trews) but can alienate those with a less developed vocabulary. However, you do address this issue: “I think these columnist fellas who give me aggro for not devising a solution or for using long words are just being territorial. When they say “long words” they mean “their words” like I’m a monkey who got in their Mum’s dressing up box or a hooligan in policeman’s helmet.” I think that that is a very good point and addresses the sudden classicism that comes around when us common folk use their high-born tongue.
However, the only problem with breaking the system from inside is entropy, in a metaphorical sense. The entropy of the self, the men who set out to do good will be captured by the system and “turned”. A very good example of this is the AAP in India (Aam Aadmi Party which means the Common Man’s Party), once set entirely on fixing corruption and the broken system of Indian Government but now are caught in small bureaucratic issues and red-tape as well as issues with leadership. Unfortunately, this is an issue we ( being the discontented and dissent spreading individuals we are) cannot in any way fix.
In conclusion, maybe your view is right, and really all of this procedure is ignored in a situation like that, maybe all we’re doing when voting is empowering the idiots who will continue ruining this country. I would love to believe that by not voting, the corrupted minds of these glorified mummers would turn into some care and consideration for the men, women and children of this country and others. I would to love to. But I can’t.
The speaker in the Laboratory is a woman driven to instability by the infidelity of her husband ( the identity of her husband is a point of contention when we were discussing this poem but I digress.). She, unlike other characters in poetry, is cold and calculated in her revenge. She shows little regret for her actions and has no visible sense of morality.
The speaker from The Laboratory has multiple shades to her personality often displaying psychopathic tendencies (lack of care for the people she interacts with ( the plot is shows she doesn’t care about the “sanctity of life), lack of morality.) Despite displaying these, she also shows emotion and not just a mild emotion but a very powerful one. Rage. “You may kiss me, old man, on the mouth if you will”, she is being promiscuous to the chemist who is brewing this “phial” for her. This shows she can also manipulate people easily and is a very skilled at the art of deception.
In conclusion, this character is mentally unstable and very broken by the infidelity that had happened to her. Her flawed nature and strong language make this character very entertaining to read and study.
Et Pugno
Ozymandias: Creative Writing
“Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level lands stretch far away.”
Aldrich walked down with an urgent pace, his advisers barely able to keep up with him. He mounted his ebony black destrier and rode with great haste, his thoughts moving even faster than his war horse. War. It could happen at any moment he thought. He had built his kingdom from a swamp to the most formidable force. He was never a kind person but never a fool. He slowed the destrier down to a trot, they arrived at their destination: The Ramses.
The Ramses was the only barrier the Ozymandian people have against the barbarians. The people of Ozymandia said that a wall made of dragon-iron could not be built tall enough to protect anything. Aldrich the Iron-Fist did it in two summers. The wall was impenetrable with traps of fire and water cold as ice and infested with leeches. This would still not be enough.
Aldrich walked into the command room at the head of The Ramses, “All stand, Ruler of Ozymandia and King of the Seven Worlds, Aldrich Purus.” Aldrich bowed humbly as he felt no need for these extravagances. “How close is the horde?” Aldrich said in a commanding tone. “A days walk, sir.” The solider replied. “Our campaigns in the Mother-World have brought our armies number down some however we are strong but there is the matter of the people.” Viceroy said. Viceroy was Aldrich’s right hand and his most loyal adviser. His touch with the people as well as his wit and persuasiveness often lead to him getting his way, which lead to Aldrich getting his way. Viceroy was to be the next in line for the title of Ruler when Aldrich passed away because Aldrich knew his children would not be the best choice. “The army lies in your hands, sir. The Zealots have found a blacksmith in Nikea that can make swords at three times the speed our blacksmiths can. That will help us, I have also made plans with the farmers to plant some poisonous mushrooms near their camps. That will help.” Viceroy touched the table to indicate the locations of the mushrooms. Aldrich picked his models and placed them on the map to indicate a battle-plan.
Viceroy was looking at the plan, and smiling, he knew this man like his own kin, “IF we were to do that we would be completely exposed on the right flank, we cannot take this chance” Viceroy said. Aldrich laughed and said “You expect too much from these barbarians. We would only be exposed on the right if they can get over Ramses. And no one who ever tried to cross these walls have succeeded and not for lack of trying.” Aldrich said. He walked across the room then suddenly there was a banging on the door, a rapid knocking that meant nothing but emergency. Aldrich swung his head and drew the hilt of his dragon-iron dagger. The wine servant stepped to the door and opened it with haste. The commander, bruised and dirtied, announced “Their campaign is at the Ramses and it looks like they’ve got company”. Aldrich looked at the table, analysing the next move. Aldrich declared “Man the spitfire’s and arm all the Zealots. We are going to need the special abilities only they have. Ozymandia will not go out without a fight. Ramses be with you.” The commander of the footmen nodded and ran out of the room. Aldrich sat down and analysed the map, all the councilmen looked at him with glares of fear. “You may go home now, your children and wives need you to be strong. Do not tell them what happened here. Panic can only hurt us. Viceroy?” Aldrich walked to Viceroy and put his hand on his shoulder “I expect the news has reached the Farther Towns. Go to Huxliam and Orwelline, their rulers are friendly to us.” Viceroy walked out of the room. Aldrich put his hands on the table.
The barbarians were outside the walls of the Ramses. Infantry were forming phalanxes all around the Ramses, they knew the defenses on the Ramses relied on archer and a phalanx was impervious to the strikes of arrow. There was a distinctive shout and all the phalanxes broke and charged into the south part of the wall. The charge was broken by the fling of arrows as the barbarians swam the moat, the cold water effecting their movement.
Aldrich unrolled the parchment declaring the Nations of Huxliam and Orwelline swearing allegiance to Ozymandia and promising troops. Aldrich noticed Viceroy’s expression. “What’s the matter, Viceroy? This is cause for celebration.” Aldrich patted his back. “Are you sure?” Viceroy said. Aldrich smiled melted off his face when he saw Viceroy’s dagger. The last words ever uttered by Aldrich Purus were whispered: “Why?”.
“Nothing beside remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare, the lone and level lands stretch far away.”
Aldrich:
Aldrich walked down with an urgent pace, his advisors barely able to keep up with him. He mounted his ebony black destrier and rode with great haste, his thoughts moving even faster than his war horse. War. It could happen at any moment he thought. He had built his kingdom from a swamp to the most formidable force. He was never a kind person but never a fool. He slowed the destrier down to a trot, they arrived at their destination, The Ramses.
The Ramses was the only barrier the Ozymandian people have against the barbarians that are coming from the mountains. The people of Ozymandia said that a wall made of dragon-iron could not be built tall enough to protect anything or anyone. Aldrich the Iron-Fist did it in two summers. The wall was impenetrable with traps of fire and water cold as ice and infested with leeches. Any sane man would look at this wall and be frightened, however these were not sane men.
Aldrich walked into the command room at the head of The Ramses, “All stand, Ruler of Ozymandia and King of the Seven Worlds, Aldrich Purus.” Aldrich bowed humbly as he felt no need for these extravagances. “How close is the horde?” Aldrich said in a commanding tone. “A days walk, sir.” The solider replied. “Our campaigns in the Nether-Worlds have brought our armies number down some however we are strong but there is the matter of the people.” Viceroy said. Viceroy was Aldrich’s right hand and his most loyal adviser. His touch with the people as well as his wit and persuasiveness often lead to him getting his way, which lead to Aldrich getting his way. “What is the matter with the people?” Aldrich asked, his tone did not warrant a quip. “They have no love for the way you treat them, m’lord. Viceroy said. Aldrich looked out of the window, “What haven’t I done for them? There is plenty of food, water and mead. There are enough jobs for all the townsfolk and all of the towns have never once been attacked” Aldrich sighed,” There are angry, insane, bloodthirsty barbarians charging for these walls and the people weep about nothing.” Aldrich walked to the command table and started modelling a tactic.
“Heavy lies the head that wears the crown” Viceroy quipped, Aldrich smiled. One of the many things that Viceroy could do well is to ease Aldrich pains even on the dawn of battle.
Viceroy was looking at the plan, and smiling, he knew this man like his own kin, “IF we were to do that we would be completely exposed on the right flank, we cannot take this chance” Viceroy said. Aldrich laughed and said “You expect too much from these barbarians. We would only be exposed on the right if they can get over Ramses. And no one who ever tried to cross these walls have succeeded and not for lack of trying.” Aldrich said. He walked across the room then suddenly there was a banging on the door, a rapid knocking that meant nothing but emergency. Aldrich swung his head and drew the hilt of his dragon-iron dagger. The wine servant stepped to the door and opened it with haste. The flagman, bruised and dirtied, announced “Their campaign is at the Ramses and it looks like they’ve got company”. Aldrich looked at Viceroy and had a shiver of fear, he had never seen “Viceroy the Cunning” look worried before. Aldrich declared “Man the spitfire’s and arm all the Zealots. We are going to need the special abilities only they have. Ozymandia will not go out without a fight. Ramses be with you.” Aldrich walked back to the window back to the window and sighed. “This is how it ends, with Aldrich the Iron Fist, ending Ozymandia.” He shed no tears but was saddened.
Doctor Victor Aldricher, an excerpt of his speech on the Ozymandian Empire:
The war fought by the Ozymandians was a bloody one, costing approximately 150,000 lives. The great society won the war and had great festivals for years to come. A great statue was erected in the capital in the shape of a fist made purely of obsidian, then referred to as dragon glass. Aldrich the Great, he was called after the battle. You see, the tragic part of it is that nobody truly understood the genius of the things he did and even that was short-lived. His successor, a part of his council is highly remembered in the history community despite being one of the most incompetent rulers ever. Despite all of its strength, it was time that took the Ozymandian Empire. As it is with all things.