Who does ‘the shattered visage’, with its frown, its wrinkled lip and its sneer of cold command, remind you of? Yes, Rupert Murdoch is finding out that one of the unacknowledged legislators of the world had described his fate long ago, as Simon Hoggart points out in today’s Guardian:
It’s as if we were all in Shelley’s antique land watching the statue of Ozymandias collapse before our eyes.’
Or, in the word of a succinct letter a few pages later from Alasdair McKee:
Aussiemandias