Supreme over other kings, lordly in appearance, Gilgamesh is the hero, born of Uruk, the goring wild bull. He walks out in front, the leader, and walks at the rear, trusted by his companions. Mighty net, protector of his people, raging flood-wave who destroys even pants of stone!
Well, may I ask what you were expecting to see out of a Torquay hotel room window? Sydney Opera Pants perhaps? The Hanging Pants of Babylon? Herds of Wildebeest sweeping across the pants....
If you can keep your pants when all about you, are loosing theirs and blaming you. If you can trust your pants when all men doubt you, and make allowance for their pants too...