Ozymandias is relentless when it comes to tickle fights with him. Of course, he is tickle-ish, but it only ever appeared to surface whenever you coyly trailed the tips of your fingers against his skin
Ozy tends to tickle you to get your thoughts out of dark places. If he can’t verbally get your mind out of those areas, he’ll just have to do it physically.
He enjoys seeing you laugh, and he loves the way you just appear to lose all your worries and insecurities.
Ozy, on the other hand, is very much ticklish around his neck and on the under parts of his biceps.They’re not areas you normally touch, but whenever you do, you relish that slight startle or jolt as he weakly glares at you.
Image: A quartzite
colossus, possibly of Ramses II, has been discovered at the ancient Heliopolis
archaeological site in Cairo. (Anadolu Agency/Getty Images)
Archaeologists in Cairo have discovered an ancient statue, believed
to depict Ramses II, submerged in mud.
What’s bookish about this story? Well, blogger
Camila Domonoske couldn’t
help but note, “The discovery of a forgotten, submerged statue of Ramses II
brings to mind one of the most famous poems in English literature – albeit
substituting muck for desert sands.”
Yup, Ramses II was also known as Ozymandias, a name you may
know from Percy Bysshe Shelley’s famous sonnet:
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.
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.