Fine poet, Shelley, indeed. Pity he was such a heartless, obnoxious, exploitative little man who died not a jot too soon. And you haven't had much to rejoin as yet, Fred, to my summation above of all those glorious Phantoms {Mao; Stalin; & let's not forgot that darling Pol Pot} who have burst to illumine our tempestuous day. Fat lot of illumination we got from that little lot, eh? Give me King Wills & Queen Kate any time, thanks.

~M~