Who said: “Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the EU Parliament... Near them, close to hand,
Half sunk a shattered visage lies, whose gurn,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The brain that concocted, and the lies it fed;
My name is Malthouse, King of Unicorns;
Look on my Compromise, ye Mighty, and despair!
Of that colossal Wreck, baseless and bare
The demands and fruitless dreams
of Brexiteers, stretch far away.”