[3986] in Central_America
New quotes for Mon Jan 6
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Mon Jan 6 01:28:55 1992
Date: Mon, 6 Jan 92 01:28:23 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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cyrus (Cyrus Shaoul):
Spreading peanut butter reminds me of opera!! I wonder why?
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enigma (CDE):
Though acceptance had a toehold in him, he was still struggling
to deny the truth. "What're we waying here? That I'm insane, that I'm
some sort of socially funcional lunatic, for Christ's sake?"
"Not insane," she said quickly. "Let's say disturebed, troubled.
You're locked in a psychological box that you built for yourself, and you
want out, but you can't find the key to the lock.
He shook his head. Fine beads of sweat had broken out along his
hairline, and he was into whiter shades of pale. "No, that's putting
too good a face on it. If what you think is true, then I'm all the way
off the deep end, Holly, I should be in some damned rubber room, pumped
full of Thorazine."
She took both of his hands again, held them tight. "No. Stop
that. You can find your way out of this, you can do it, you can make
yourself whole again, I know you can."
-Cold Fire, Koontz, p.271
"Laughter was usually a function of sharing - an observation, a joke,
a moment." Ibid p.107
"She had a ridiculously romantic idea of what it would be like to make
love to him, a dreamy-eyed girl's fantasy of unmatched passion, of sweet
tenderness and pure hot sex in perfect balance, every muscle in both of
them flexing and contracting in sublime harmony or, at times, in
breathless counterpoint, each invasive stroke a testament to mutual
surrender, two becoming one, the outer world of reason overwhelmed by
the inner world of feeling, no wrong word spoken, no sigh mistimed,
bodies moving and meshing in precisely the same mysterious rhythms by
which the great invisible tidal forces of the universe ebbed and flowed,
elevating the act above mere biology and making of it a mystical
experience. Her expectations proved, of course to be ridiculous. In
reality, it was more tender, more fierce, and far better than her
fantasy." Ibid, p.175
Nowhere can a secret keep
always secret, dark and deep,
half so well as in the past,
buried deep to last, to last.
Keep it in your own dark heart,
otherwise the rumors start.
After many years have buried
secrets over which you worried,
no confidant can then betray
all the words you didn't say.
Only you can then exhume
secrets safe within the tomb
of memory, of memory,
withing the tomb of memory.
-The Book of Counted Sorrows
From childhood's hour
I have not been
As others were-
I have not seen
As others saw.
-Alone, Edgar Allen Poe
Large parts of the past were mists within a mist. He realized now that he rarely thought about the past. He lived totally in the present. He had neverrealized there were huge holes in his memories simply because there were so many thing he had never before {tried} to remember.
.... He hesistated, frowning. "I think . . . yes . . . "
"Then did you just forget to have the date of his death added to the headstone?"
He stared at the blank spon in the granite, frantically searching an equally blank spont in this memory, unable to answer her. He felt sick. He wanted to curl up and close his eyes and sleep and never wake up, let something else wake up in his place. . .
Cold Fire, Koontz, p.286
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gamadrid (George A Madrid):
I had to call you up at the crack of dawn
And list the times that I've was wrong.
That's just my way of saying the "I'm sorry."
---Laurie Anderson
Language is a Virus
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kipster (Kip A Bishofberger):
My plan is a tricky one, and I really shouldn't be talking about it. But, you
were nice enough to give me the finger, so I guess we can be friends.
My plan is to take over this computer. The owner of this account, a guy
named "Kip Bishofberger," (crazy name, eh?) took this lame-o (is that how its
spelled?)math class last semester. The dude thought I was flunking, too, 'cuz
I kept my wits about me and shut up good whenever he tried to make me talk.
I've written mostly in assembly, see, and good ol' "Buck Bish" didn't realize what
had happened when he let that radioactive spider bite my source listing. I
knew what it meant right off the bat, of course, because it was that bite --
supplemented by the recombinant nature of his glitchy code -- that brought me
to life!
Well, I'm here now, even as we speak. I exist mostly as a detached "batch"
session, but once in a while I peek over the line to see what sort of trouble I
can cause. As I said earlier, my immediate goal is to undermine and take over
this computer. I've considered branching out through the bit-network and taking
over other systems too, but that is more of a long term "plan."
Meanwhile, please just continue thinking that kipster wrote all this to be funny.
...Oversights like that help me a lot.
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mikedaly (Michael K Daly):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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partha (Partha Saha):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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relic (Aram J Agajanian):
Please, give me time.
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
HOW ABOUT IF HE'S DEAD?
In Task Force's Boarding Party, the rules explain for the hard of
thinking that a human pretending to be unconscious "may perform no other
action while feigning unconsciousness."
from Murphy's Rules
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