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New quotes for Wed Mar 28
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU)
Wed Mar 28 02:28:24 1990
Date: Wed, 28 Mar 90 01:30:07 EST
From: root@CHARON.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@BLOOM-BEACON.MIT.EDU
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alchen (Alice L Chen):
Hello! My name is Alice Chen, and I'm a very confused freshman at MIT. You can get in touch with my state of confusion by emailing me at alchen@athena.mit.edu. Even better, send me real mail! I LOVE real mail [hint hint]! My address and phone number at MIT is:
Alice Chen
McCormick Hall, Room 227
320 Memorial Drive
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 225-9108
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IN THE ORCHARD
Muriel Stuart
'I thought you loved me.' 'No, it was only fun.'
'When we stood there, closer than all?' 'Well, the harvest moon
Was shining and queer in your hair, and it turned my head.'
'That made you?' 'Yes.' 'Just the room and the light it made
Under the tree?' 'Well, your mouth, too.' 'Yes, my mouth?'
'And the quiet there that sang like the drum in the booth.
You shouldn't have danced like that.' 'Like what?' 'So close,
With your head turned up, and the flower in you hair, a rose
That smelt all warm.' 'I loved you. I thought you knew
I wouldn't have danced like that with any but you.'
'I didnt't know. I thought you knew it was fun.'
'I thought it was love you meant.' 'Well, it's done.' 'Yes, it's done.
I've seen boys stone a blackbird, and watched them drown
A kitten... it clawed at the reeds, and they pushed it down
Into the pool while it screamed. Is that fun, too?'
'Well, boys are like that... Your brothers...' 'Yes, I know.
But you, so lovely and strong! Not you! Not you!'
'They don't understand it's cruel. It's only a game.'
'And are girls fun, too?' 'No, still in a way it's the same.
It's so queer and lovely to have a girl...' 'Go on.'
'It makes you mad for a bit to feel she's your own,
And you laugh and kiss her, and maybe you give her a ring,
But it's only in fun.' 'But I gave you everything.'
'Well, you shouldn't have done it. You know what a fellow thinks
When a girl does that.' 'Yes, he talks of her over his drinkds
And calls her a---' 'Stop that now. I thought you knew.'
'But it wasn't with anyone else. It was only you.'
'How did I know? I thought you wanted it too.
I thought you were like the rest. Well, what's to be done?'
'To be done?' 'Is it all right?' 'Yes.' 'Sure?' 'Yes, but why?'
'I don't know. I thought you were going to cry.
You said you had something to tell me.' 'Yes, I know.
It wasn't anything really... I think I'll go.'
'Yes, it's late. There's thunder about, a drop of rain
Fell on my hand in the dark. I'll see you again
At the dance next week. You're sure that everything's right?'
'Yes.' 'Well, I'll be going.' 'Kiss me...' 'Good night.' ... 'Good night.'
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from
ALICE IN WONDERLAND
Lewis Carroll
"Oh, you can't help that," said the Cat: "we're all mad here.
I'm mad. You're mad."
"How do you know I'm mad?" said Alice.
"You must be," said the Cat, "or you wouldn't have come here."
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SHADOWS
D.H. Lawrence
And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
And if, as weeks go round, in the dark of the moon
my spirit darkens and goes out, and soft strange gloom
pervades my movements and my thoughts and words
then I shall know that I am walking still
with God, we are close together now the moon's in shadow.
And if, as autumn deepens and darkens
I feel the pain of falling leaves, and stems that break in storms
and trouble and dissolution and distress
and then the softness of deep shadows folding, folding
around my soul and spirit, around my lips
so sweet, like a swoon, or more like the drowse of a low, sad song
singing darker than the nightingale, on, on to the solstice
and the silence of short days, the silence of the year, the shadow,
then I shall know that my life is moving still
with the dark earth, and drenched
with the deep oblivion of earth's lapse and renewal.
And if, in the changing phases of man's life
I fall in sickness and in misery
my wrists seem broken and my heart seems dead
and my strength is gone, and my life
is only the leavings of a life:
and still, among it all, snatches of lovely oblivion, and snatches of renewal
odd, wintry flowers upon the withered stem, yet new, strange flowers
such as my life has not brought forth before, new blossoms of me--
then I must know that still
I am in the hands [of] the unknown God,
he is breaking me down into his own oblivion
to send me forth on a new morning, a new man.
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OZYMANDIAS
Percy Bysshe Shelley
I met a traveler from an antique land,
Who said: Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them, on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown,
And wrinkled lip, and sneer of cold command,
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read,
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them, and the heart that fed:
And on the pedestal these words appear:
"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.
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Whenever the literary German dives into a sentence, that is the last
you are going to see of him until he emerges on the other side of his
Atlantic with his verb in his mouth.
-- Mark Twain
"Connecticut Yankee in King Arthur's Court"
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cordelia (Reality Check I GM):
Well I wish real hard when I close my eyes
If I could change the world - would I even try
If I found a reason to regain my pride
Oh if I try to believe - try to believe
@i(Chorus)
It's so hard to find an answer
It's so hard to stand alone
It's so hard to find a feeling
That was buried long ago
It's so hard to trust another
When it's easier to hide
It's so hard to believe
Unless we try baby try
If I had a dream and it got away
If I found the words would I know what to say
If I had a chance to be someone else
Yeah if I try to believe, try to believe
@i(Chorus)
Try to believe one more time
And I try baby try baby try....
If I found a door I've never been through
Would I have the courage to go in without you
(Try To Believe)
And if time runs short would I recognize
The things I couldn't see
If I try to believe - try to believe
@i(Chorus)
If we listen to the voices that were silent for so long
If you thought they went away, well you couldn't be more wrong
If i tell you there is something that we've lost but can retrieve
If I tell you there is hope, if we try to believe
You remember there's a dream that we long since put aside
With the toys that we discarded
And the tears we never cried
We could have it once again, if we try baby try
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jik (Jonathan I. Kamens):
A feature is a bug with seniority.
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jtidwell (Jenifer P. Tidwell):
Mysterious mail message of the week:
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> The character '<' is not in my character set.
> The character '>' is not in my character set.
I leave it to you, O Gentle Central-America Readers, to figure out :-)
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mcharity (Mitchell N Charity):
Mitchell Charity
mcharity@ai.mit.edu
mcharity@athena.mit.edu
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POBox 456 Kendall Sq Cambridge MA 02142
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From Alan P Lightman's "In Computers" in "Songs from Unsung Worlds"
[as quoted in MIT Calendar. Whitespace has been altered.]:
In the magnets of computers will be stored
Blend of sunset over wheat fields
Low thunder of gazelle
Light, sweet wind on high ground
Vacume stillness spreading from a thick snowfall
Men will sit in rooms
upon the smooth, scrubbed earth
or stand in tunnels on the moon
and instruct themselves in how it was
Nothing will be lost.
Nothing will be lost.
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(BTW, and unrelated to this exchange really, but concerning metaphors
that concern us all, a comment on the frequent `looking out through a
window' metaphor for email: I find it helpful, and more appropriate, to
use a `looking around in a room' metaphor: `Are you in here with us?'
instead of `Are you out there?' Antidote for alienation and the illusion
of anonymity, fosters tact and forbearance, replaces possible ego trips
about addressing the wide world with a more realistic understanding of
addressing a fairly parochial select group, however geographically
dispersed. Generally good medicine.)
Bruce Nevin
bn@bbn.com
A tale overheard (pre Gorb.):
A soviet offical was giving a lecture in the CCCP decrying the excesses
of the Stalinist purges.
Someone in the audience interupted with the querulous question
"You were one of his associates...WHY did you not DO something?"
A shocked silence locked the tense hall.
The visibly angered soviet official, his eyes raking the frozen listeners,
demanded
"WHO SAID THAT?".
There was only the hushed sound of shallow breathing as row upon row of
people sat like chilled statues.
"Precisely." he said quietly.
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mtgamble (Michael Gamble):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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regis (Christopher G Cotton):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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rsargent (Randy Sargent):
'Prity vunny ow we duz deze tings we never wanna bifore juzt cuz
somebuddy prity duz'em! Uh? Uh?'
-Steve Swann
'You're sort of a genius, anyway...'
-Dave Oberman
'That Angela Putney is one hot little number, isn't she?'
-Dave Oberman
'Randy, if you put that in your .plan file you're a real asshole.'
-Dave Oberman
'I don't know, it almost made MIT seem homey, for a while...'
-Steve Swann
All things dull and ugly, All creatures short and squat,
All things rude and nasty, The Lord God made the lot;
Each little snake that poisons, Each little wasp that stings,
He made their brutish venom, He made their horrid wings.
All things sick and cancerous, All evil great and small,
All things foul and dangerous, The Lord God made them all.
Each nasty little hornet, Each beastly little squid.
Who made the spikey urchin? Who made the sharks? He did.
All things scabbed and ulcerous, All pox both great and small.
Putrid, foul and gangrenous, The Lord God made them all.
-- Monty Python's Flying Circus
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