[2435] in Central_America
New quotes for Sun May 13
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Sun May 13 01:57:23 1990
Date: Sun, 13 May 90 01:56:56 EDT
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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celine (Robert Fullmer):
Back from the hospital on Friday after a two day stay... I can almost
see normally out of my right eye again, but I'm going to be more
careful with these contacts lens thingies in the future... they called
it a corneal ulcer, which made me look up the word to make sure I had
really misunderstood its meaning all my life, here it is:
1. ul.cer \'*l-s*r\ n [ME, fr. L ulcer-, ulcus; akin to Gk helkos wound] 1:
a break in skin or mucous membrane with loses of surface tissue,
disintegration and necrosis of epithelial tissue, and often pus
I have decided after wearing them two days: I really hate glasses.
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gor (Raymond M Sidney):
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hooch (Conrad G Yoder):
To get away with doing as little as possible.
Also. . .
This Summer - At home by 19 May. 55178 T.R. 170
(NO FINALS!) Fresno, OH 43824
(614)545-6796
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After 3 June:
Home: | Work:
(not finalized) | Centers for Disease Control
190 5th Street NW | 1600 Clifton Road NE Mailstop G17
Atlanta, GA 30313 | Atlanta, GA 30333
(404)892-6403 | (404)639-3596/2379
This Fall - In Budapest, Hungary and other random European cities!
Address: (make sure it's exact! Air mail takes 10-15 days)
Conrad Yoder phone: 011-36-1-1??-????
c/o Mrs. Zsuzsa Barta
MTKI-Math
1502 Budapest, PF. 91 <- especially important
Hungary
This summer and fall, sending me electronic mail will be a bad way to get in
touch with me. Chances are slim that I will be using my account before I re-
turn to MIT sometime in late January or early February '91. If it's important,
write or call at the above addresses. Thanks!
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jcbourne (Juliet C Bourne):
SUNDAY MORNING
by Julian Lennon from his "Mr. Jordan" album
(Copyright Charisma Music Publishing USA Inc.)
Through the window the plane goes by
Watch my lips as I say good-bye
Can't you see I don't want to cry
On this Sunday morning
Drop my change as I move away
Can't you see I just want you to stay
Please don't hate me for being this way
On this Sunday morning
Oh, please don't leave me hanging on
Oh, oh, oh won't you hold me in your arms
Through the window the plane goes by
Waiting for you to call and cry
Please don't do this or I shall die
On this Sunday morning
Oh, please don't leave me hanging on
Oh, oh, oh won't you hold me in your arms
Oh, please don't leave me hanging on
Oh, oh, oh won't you hold me in your arms
On this Sunday morning
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God grant me the serenity to accept the things I can't change,
The courage to change the things I can,
And the wisdom to know the difference.
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jsod (Jordi Sod):
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tytso (Theodore Y. Ts'o):
A community leader came to see Jacob, hoping to find peace of mind, an
ease for his burden.
The man was troubled by a repetitive dream that he did not understand.
"Jacob, in my dream, I have traveled a long distance and am finally
arriving at a great city. But, at the entrance to the city, I am met
by a tall soldier who says that I must answer two questions before I
am admitted. Will you help me?"
Jacob nodded.
"The first question the soldier asks is, "What supports the walls of a
city?"
"That is easy, " said Jacob. "Fear supports the walls of a city."
"But what supports the fear?" asked the man. "For that is the second
question."
"The walls," answered Jacob. "The fears we cannot climb become our
walls."
- Jacob the Baker
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wchuang (Mithrandir):
Erland held the girl's hand tightly as he said, "What does your
grandmother mean, `need have an understanding'?"
Sharana said, "She knows how much I enjoy having you in bed with me.
But I need to spend less time with you in public."
"Why?"
"I'm going to wed Lord Jaka's son, Diigai. Grandmother's decided
that. The rebellious lords will get their male ruler and the trueblood
will get their trueblood Emperor. He's a cousin, you know, so it's
still in the family."
Erland looked away for a moment. "I knew it was impossible for us
to remain together... yet somehow..."
"What?"
"I love you, Sharana. I shall always love you."
The girl pulled Erland around and kissed him passionately. "I am
very fond of you, Erland. It will be good to know you are so close to
the throne of Isles when I sit at the Emperor's side."
Erland felt disappointed his statement hadn't provoked a more
enthusiastic response. "I said I love you."
"Yes," said Sharana, with wide eyes fixed upon him. "I heard you."
"Doesn't that mean anything to you?"
"Of course it does. It's very nice. I just said so. What else did
you have in mind?"
"Nice?" Erland turned around from her for a moment, feeling icy
pains in his stomach. "Nothing, I guess."
She pulled him back around and said, "Stop this. You're being very
strange. You said you love me. I said I'm fond of you. That's all
very nice. You act as if something is wrong between us."
Erland laughed and said, "Nothing is wrong. Just the woman I love
is going to marry another man."
Sharana said, "You say `woman I love' as if you will not love anyone
else again."
"That's the way I feel."
"That's a silly way to feel, Erland." The girl took his hand and
put it upon her breast. "Feel my heart. Can you feel the beat?"
He nodded, feeling heat rise in his body at the softness of her
under his hand. "I have much room in there for many people. I love my
grandmother, and my mother and father when they lived. I even love my
uncle, though he is a strange man at times. I've loved other boys
before you and I will love others as well. Loving one takes nothing
away from the others. Can you see?"
Erland shook his head. "I guess our ways are too different. You're
going to marry another, yet you talk of other loves."
"Why not? I'll be Empress and will love anyone I find worthy. It
will be the same with Diigai. Many trueblood women will want to sleep
with him. To have an Emperor's child is a very special thing."
Erland laughed. "I guess I just don't understand you. Anyway, I
won't cause any difficulty with you and Diigai."
She looked puzzled. "Difficulty? I don't know what you mean. I
shall have to spend a few nights with him, so he gets used to the idea
of being husband to the Empress's granddaughter. And if he is to be
named heir I must spend most of my public time with him. But I will
have most of my nights for you while you're with us. If you still wish
to come to me."
Erland felt more conflict than he could remember ever having. Then
he laughed and said, "I don't know. But I think I would have trouble
staying away."
Moving sensuously under his hand, she rubbed against him and gripped
him tightly to her. "I thought you might." She kissed him and said,
"Tell me, are you and your brother very much alike?"
He stepped back from her, then laughed aloud. "In most ways. But
there are some things we just will not share."
Sharana pouted. "Pity. It could have provided some interesting
possibilities."
from _Prince of the Blood_
by Raymond E. Feist
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Do you believe in love, one that lasts for all time?
-- Thompson Twins, "You Take Me Up"
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