They paved over Richard—that’s Richard the third The Richard that once was the King. Will I be remembered? The notion’s absurd! Yet who knows what the future might bring? Will the world of the future seek out where I rest? Will they quarry in search of my bones? Will they pore over details of things I’ve professed? Will they look for the truth in the stones? Will I live in the memories of those I have left? Is this rational thought, or mere snobbery? Will my grave be exhumed? And, for science, or theft? Archaeology, maybe, or robbery? They paved over Richard; they’ll pave over me And a car-park will cover my head My bones will be hidden where no one can see. But I really won’t care. I’ll be dead.
Excellent. One of my daughters is at Law School in Leicester, must ask her if the car park has been covered with bunches of flowers since the find/confirmation......
