Nothing beside remains. When you travel among the antiquities of the antipodes, Shelley's words are never far from your mind. You can even hum them to the tune of "My Old Kentucky Home": "Weep no more, my lady, Oh weep no more today! 'Round the decay of that colossal Wreck, boundless and bare The lone and level sands stretch far away." The book Dave is reading must say which sands this particular pedestal was rescued from. That's a pretty hip looking sandal by the way.