[1206] in Central_America
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daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Fri Jan 13 20:15:37 1989
Date: Fri, 13 Jan 89 20:16:08 EST
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
Gee, you mean if I write a world-readable file
called .plan, it'll be posted in Central_America?
Amazing.
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raeburn (Ken Raeburn):
{From system: This user is not world readable.}
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swmpthng (Timothy J Stellmach):
I am TOO world readable.
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wesommer (Bill Sommerfeld):
When they turn the pages of history
When these days have passed long ago
Will they read of us with sadness
For the seeds that we let grow
We turned our gaze
From the castles in the distance
Eyes cast down
On the path of least resistance
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
The hypocrites are slandering
The sacred halls of Truth
Ancient nobles showering
Their bitterness on youth
Can't we find
The minds that made us strong
Can't we learn
To feel what's right, and what's wrong
Cities full of hatred
Fear and lies
Withered hearts
And cruel tormented eyes
Scheming demons
Dressed in kingly guise
Beating down the multitude
And scoffing at the wise
Can't we raise our eyes
And make a start
Can't we find the minds
To lead us closer to the Heart
"A Farewell to Kings",
(from the album of the same name)
Lyrics by Neil Peart.
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wisner (Bill Wisner):
There exists within every creature the wild, uncontrollable urge to punt.
"One of us shold bust in and confuse them while
_I_ head them off around front."
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