Hubris is the best word to describe it all.
Shelley would be delighted:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away.
For those fortunate enough to have been spared English literature in their youth, the full text may be found
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