Yes, that's Bryan Cranston - Mr. Walter "Heisenberg" White his own bad self - beautifully reciting Percy Bysshe Shelley's "Ozymandias," a sonnet that speaks to the fact that Time defeats all comers, sooner or later. Just look at the imagery used in the teaser - there's the unflinching desert, the house, the RV, and yes, the hat. Will Walter White's empire pass away, unnoticed and unlamented by the timeless crags and sands of the desert?
We'll find out soon, but this doesn't look good for Walt. Then again, poetry's never been good for Walt, has it?
The text of the poem is worth contemplating:
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 shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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.
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shatter'd visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamp'd on these lifeless things,
The hand that mock'd 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.
"Look on my works, ye Mighty, and despair!" Definitely not sunshine and puppies for Walt. But who else goes down with him? And how?
Tune in beginning August 11 to find out!
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