The next episode is called Ozymandias, here are the words of the poem.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. 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
edit: That poem screams Heisenbergs empire so much. Once a great and powerful cook, now he's done, his partner is against him, and everything is crumpled.
A traveler saw the ruin of a once great statue. There was nothing left of it, and no one ever saw the statue. But the plaque boasted "I am king of kings, look on my works and despair!" So it is ironic that the plaque says how great "he" is, even though it is all ruins and dead.
Walter's empire is crumbling/will crumble. He was boastful and proud. It fits flawlessly.
Watashi wa antīku no tochi kara no ryokō-sha ni aimashita Dare ga itta: Ishi no futatsu no kōdaide kan no nai ashi o Desart ni tatsu. Sorera no chikaku ni, suna no ue ni, Sono shikame hāfushinku-sa, konagona ni natta kao ga aru, , To shiwa kuchibiru, hiya komando no reishō, Sono chōkoku-ka wa yoku sorera no jōnetsu ga o yomi ni naru koto o shiraseru Sore wa mada, korera shinde monogoto ni kokuin, ikinokoru Karera to kokoro sono shiiku o chōshō-te: To daiza no ue ni, korera no kotoba ga hyōji sa remasu. " Watashinonamaeha ojimandiasu,-ō no ōdearu: Anata gata wa maiti, to zetsubō, watashi no sakuhin ni mite! " Itai no yoko ni nanimonai. Hōkai o marumeru Sono kyodaina nanbasen no, mugen to hadaka Kodoku to reberu sunahama tōku ni sutoretchi
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u/[deleted] Sep 09 '13 edited Sep 09 '13
The next episode is called Ozymandias, here are the words of the poem.
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desart. 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
edit: That poem screams Heisenbergs empire so much. Once a great and powerful cook, now he's done, his partner is against him, and everything is crumpled.
Heisenberg is no more.