I met a user from an antique land, Who said — “Six vast and pink nipples of stone Stand in the zone … Near them, on the image, Half shown a shattered visage lies, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its owner well those passions read Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things, The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed; And on that space, these words appear: My name is Grumbulon, the Free Cum Emperor; Look on my Webzone, ye Mighty, and despair! Nothing beside remains. Round the decay Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level frog stretches far on.”