Thy walls defaced, thy mouldering shrines removed
By British hands, which it had best behoved
To guard those relics ne'er to be restored.
Curst be the hour when from their isle they roved,
And once again thy hapless bosom gored,
And snatch'd thy shrinking gods to northern climes abhorred!
Lord Byron, "Childe Harold"
on an idea from http://medea89.stumbleupon.com/
"We both step and do not step in the same rivers. We are and are not."
Heraclitus the Riddler
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