I met a commenter from an musician's forum,
Who said—“Two vast and pretentious chunks of text
Stand in the internet. . . . Near them, on a webpage,
Half sunk a shattered avatar lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its user well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these unread things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And in a post, these words appear:
My name is EhhSoCheap, Drummer of Drummers;
Do your research before asking for recommendations, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level forum posts stretch far away.”
Who said—“Two vast and pretentious chunks of text
Stand in the internet. . . . Near them, on a webpage,
Half sunk a shattered avatar lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its user well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these unread things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed;
And in a post, these words appear:
My name is EhhSoCheap, Drummer of Drummers;
Do your research before asking for recommendations, ye Mighty, and despair!
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare
The lone and level forum posts stretch far away.”