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, whose frown, And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command, Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Until it goes even higher. The release of sub-permafrost and continental slope methane deposits will push it way past the balmy arctic stage before the feedback ends and equilibrium is regained.