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I am a mathematician and computer scientist in Southampton, UK. I created the extension “[https://addons.update.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?application=firefox&version=1.0&id=379  Open link in...]”.
<p>I am a mathematician and computer scientist in Southampton, UK.<br>
I created the little Firefox extension &ldquo;[https://addons.update.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?application=firefox&version=1.0&id=379  Open link in...]&rdquo;; but my interest in Firefox mainly stems from wishing to use and promote a browser that puts the user in control. That's why I recommend the extensions [https://addons.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?id=722 NoScript] and [https://addons.mozilla.org/extensions/moreinfo.php?id=44 Permit Cookies] so highly!</p>


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I met a traveler from an antique land<br>
I met a traveller from an antique land,<br>
Who said:&mdash;Two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br>
Who said&mdash;&ldquo;two vast and trunkless legs of stone<br>
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,<br>
Stand in the desart&hellip; near them, on the sand,<br>
Half sunk, a shatter&rsquo;d visage lies, whose frown<br>
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose frown,<br>
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command<br>
And wrinkled lips, and sneer of cold command,<br>
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<br>
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read<br>
Which yet survive, stamp&rsquo;d on these lifeless things,<br>
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,<br>
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.<br>
The hand that mocked them, &amp; the heart that fed;<br>
And on the pedestal these words appear:<br>
And on the pedestal, this legend clear:<br>
&ldquo;''My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:''<br>
''My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings'',<br>
''Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!''&rdquo;<br>
''Look on my Works ye Mighty, &amp; despair!''<br>
Nothing beside remains: round the decay<br>
Nothing remains beside. Round the decay<br>
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,<br>
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare<br>
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
The lone and level sands stretch far away.&rdquo;
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Percy Bysshe Shelley<br>
Percy Bysshe Shelley<br>
1792-1822
1792-1822
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This version of the text (showing slight variants against<br>
modern editions) is taken from an [http://www.nla.gov.au/worldtreasures/html/theme-literature-2-ozymandias.html autograph fair copy]<br>
from one of Shelley&rsquo;s notebooks in the Bodleian Library,<br>
Oxford, UK.
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Latest revision as of 13:02, 21 October 2005

I am a mathematician and computer scientist in Southampton, UK.
I created the little Firefox extension “Open link in...”; but my interest in Firefox mainly stems from wishing to use and promote a browser that puts the user in control. That's why I recommend the extensions NoScript and Permit Cookies so highly!

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 lips, 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, & the heart that fed;
And on the pedestal, this legend clear:
My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings,
Look on my Works ye Mighty, & despair!
Nothing remains beside. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level sands stretch far away.”

Ozymandias
Percy Bysshe Shelley
1792-1822

This version of the text (showing slight variants against
modern editions) is taken from an autograph fair copy
from one of Shelley’s notebooks in the Bodleian Library,
Oxford, UK.