And speaking of vast and trunkless legs, here's Ronnie with his very own:

That's polystyrene we're looking at, but I like the suggestion of massive carved marble fragments lying broken in some ancient ruin...

Rummaging round in the cobwebbed recess of my brain where bits of stage three Romantic Poetry and Prose are stored, I get the opening lines from Shelley's 'Ozymandias': 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...