How are the Mighty Fallen

They say that mimicry is the highest form of flattery, but somehow a cone on the head of David Hume outside Edinburgh's High Court, is nowhere near as arrestingly cheeky as the cone on Wellington's statue outside Glasgow's Modern Art Gallery, which is such an iconic image of that City and its people.
Also this cone is never allowed to linger on the philosopher's head very long- Edinburgh does not do humour on its illustrious burghers.

What the great man himself would think if he hadn't died about 250 years ago, we can only imagine, but I wager he wouldn't think much of having his toes rubbed to a burnished gold by every passing Dick or Harry wishing 21st century wishes while he sits resplendent in his toga, wearing a modern traffic cone on his learned pate.
A case of 'How are the Mighty Fallen'.