Last week Todd caressed Lydia’s lipstick, Huell seemed ill-prepared for questioning, Saul donned underwear more protective than that of any Mormon’s, and there was a lot of shooting. A lot.
I’m sruprised Walt didn’t just have Saul send Jesse to Belize. Todd seems less experienced than Saul in these matters, and Saul would not have insisted Walt engineer another batch of meth.
AMC says of tonight’s “Ozymandias”:
Everyone tries to cope during vastly changed circumstances.
“Ozymandias” is the name of a sprawling Navajo reservation situated west of Albuquerque.
Just kidding. “Ozymandias” is an 1818 poem by Percy Bysshe Shelley. It’s about the fall of empire:
I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. 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.
9 p.m. Sunday. AMC.
