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.
— Percy Bysshe Shelley, from “Ozymandias”
Human life one hundred years ago, on the eve of the First World War, was dramatically and measurably worse than it is now. The...