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New quotes for Wed Oct 25
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Oct 25 01:40:04 1989
Date: Wed, 25 Oct 89 01:40:00 EDT
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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bauhaus (Bilal Abdullah Khan):
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celine (Who Drugged Thumper?):
On the whole, I'd rather have never been born.
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chrissu (Christopher S Urban):
The Deal:"Now I really have to go," she says.
"I wish you didn't."
"Me too." She steps forward and kisses you. You return the kiss
and prolong it. Time passes. You become aroused. You consider asking her
back to your apartment, and think better of it. You want to leave this
flawless evening intact. Already you are thinking of the walk home, the
review of details and nuances in bed before you sleep, of the phone call
which you promised to make tomorrow morning. You are thinking that MIT can
go to hell because tonight you are happy.
other random info: 2 '68 VW Ghias: red cabriolet, blue coupe
sleeping in the sun, no class on Fridays, kamikazes
caffeine run at 4:56 am, peak working time 12:30 am.
corner of bldg 5 roof by bldg 1: nice view of Mass Ave
corner of bldg 66: nice view of downtown Hub
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dpeisach (Daniel Peisach):
O, say can you see
By the dawn's early light
All the souls who have worked
On their technical schooling?
Problem sets, bits and bytes -
Through the perilous night
O'er the textbooks we pored
While so frantically tooling...
And the students' blank stare,
Keyboards clacking somewhere
Gave proof through the night
That the nerds were still there
O say does that sun still rise o'er MIT,
And shine upon the tools in that same library?
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hacrat (Nathaniel D. Osgood):
The laws of God, the laws of man,
He may keep that will and can;
Not I: let God and man decree
Laws for themselves and not for me;
And if my ways are not as theirs
Let them mind their own affairs.
Their deeds I judge and much condemn,
Yet when did I make laws for them?
Please yourselves, say I, and they
Need only look the other way.
But no, they will not; they must still
Wrest their neighbour to their their will,
And make me dance as they desire
With jail and gallows and hell-fire.
And how am I to face the odds
Of man's bedevilment and God's?
I, a stranger and afraid
In a world I never made.
They will be master, right or wrong;
Though both are foolish, both are strong.
`Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gaves a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well, the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time
Moping melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.'
Why, if 'tis dancing you would be,
There's brisker pipes than poetry.
Say, for what were hop-yards meant,
Or why was Burton built on Trent?
Oh many a peer of England brews
Livelier liquor than the Muse,
And malt does more than Milton can
To justify God's ways to man.
Ale, man, ale's the stuff to drink
For fellows whom it hurts to think:
Look into the pewter pot
To see the world as the world's not.
And faith, 'tis pleasant till 'tis past:
The mischief is that 'twill not last.
Oh I have been to Ludlow fair,
And left my necktie God knows where,
And carried half-way home, or near,
Pints and quarts of Ludlow beer:
Then the world seemed none so bad,
And I myself a sterling lad;
And down in lovely muck I've lain,
Happy till I woke again.
Then I saw the morning sky:
Heigho, the tale was all a lie;
The world, it was the old world yet,
I was I, my things were wet,
And nothing now remained to do
But begin the game anew.
Therefore, since the world has still
Much good, but much less good than ill,
And while the sun and moon endure
Luck's a chance, but trouble's sure,
I'd face it as a wise man would,
And train for ill and not for good.
'Tis true, the stuff I bring for sale
Is not so brisk a brew as ale,
Out of a stem that scored the hand
I wrung it in a weary land.
But take it: if the smack is sour,
The better for the embittered hour;
It should do good to heart and head
When your soul is in my sou'l stead;
And I will friend you, if I may,
In the dark and cloudy day.
There was a king reigned in the East:
There, when kings will sit to feast,
They get their fill before they think
With poisoned meat and poisoned drink.
He gathered all that springs to birth
From the many-venomed earth;
First a little, thence to more,
He sampled all her killing store;
And easy, smiling, seasoned sound,
Sate the king when healths went round.
They put arsenic in his meat
And stared aghast to watch him eat;
They poured strychnine in his cup
And shook to see him drink it up:
They shook, they stared as white's their shirt:
Them it was their poison hurt.
-- I tell the tale that I heard told.
Mithridates, he died old.
-- The Collected Poems of A.E. Housman
Reprinted without permission
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
The following paragraph appeared in the Course Notes for 6.170:
The word "bug" is in many ways misleading. Bugs do not crawl
unbidden into our programs. We put them there. DON'T THINK OF YOUR
PROGRAM AS "HAVING BUGS;" THINK OF YOURSELF AS HAVING MADE A
MISTAKE. Bugs do not breed in programs. If there are many bugs in
a program, it is because the programmer has made many mistakes. You
should never be proud when you track down a bug in your own program.
It's like finding a cockroach in your kitchen. You should be
embarrassed and upset that it was there in the first place.
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mar (Mark A. Rosenstein):
No one ever expects the Sacred Congregation for the Doctrine off the
Faith!
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merklin (Jimmy Y Kwon):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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paul (Paul Boutin):
UMichigan Reporter : "What do you think will be the biggest problem in
computing in the 90's?"
Paul : "Only seventeen thousand three-letter acronyms."
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raeburn (Ken Raeburn):
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