[3988] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Jan 8
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Wed Jan 8 01:28:22 1992
Date: Wed, 8 Jan 92 01:27:33 EST
From: root@charon.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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amgreene (Andrew Marc Greene):
``Things must be pretty bad if the President of the United States
has to go to the opening of a toy store.''
- Anonymous Japanese citizen,
on the opening of Japan's
first Toys-R-Us franchise.
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belville (Sharon Belville):
Old Doc Warren was a regular at Bob's Tavern. For the last 30 years
he'd ordered the same drink - a walnut daiquiri. One day, Bob ran out
of walnuts. He poked around and found an old package of hickory nuts.
They would have to do.
Doc arrived as the clock struck six, sat down at his regular spot, and
ordered his usual. When Bob put the cocktail up on the bar, Doc took
one sip and made a face.
"What in tarnation---" Doc sputtered. "This isn't a walnut daiquiri!"
"I'm sorry," Bob said, shamefaced. "It's a hickory daiquiri, Doc."
(From the 1992 365* Jokes, Puns, and Riddles Page-a-Day calendar)
(*Plus one for leap year)
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bjaspan (Barr3y Jaspan):
Ulysses.
It little profits that an idle king,
By this still hearth, among these barren crags,
Matched with an ag`ed wife, I mete and dole
Unequal laws unto a savage race,
That hoard, and sleep, and feed, and know not me.
I cannot rest from travel; I will drink
Life to the lees. All times I have enjoyed
Greatly, have suffered greatly, both with those
That loved me, and alone; on shore, and when
Through the scudding drifts the rainy Hyades
Vext the dim sea. I am become a name;
For always roaming with a hungry heart
Much have I seem and known,---cities of men,
And manners, climates, councils, governments,
Myself not least, but honored of them all;
And drunk delight of battle with my peers,
Far on the ringing plains of windy Troy.
I am a part of all that I have met;
Yet all experience is an arch wherethrough
Gleams that untraveled world, whose margin fades
For ever and for ever when I move.
How dull it is to pause, to make an end,
To rust unburnished, not to shine in use!
As through to breathe were life! Life piled on life
Were all too little, and of one to me
Little remains; but every hour is saved
From that eternal silence, something more,
A bringer of new things; and vile it were
For some three suns to store and hoard myself,
And this great spirit yearing in desire
To follow knowledge like a sinking star,
Beyond the upmost bound of human thought.
This is my son, mine own Telemachus,
To whom I leave the scepter and the isle---
Well-loved of me, discerning to fulfil
This labor, by slow prudence to make mild
A rugged people, and through soft degrees
Subdue them to the useful and the good.
Most blameless is he, centered in the sphere
Of common duties, decent not to fail
In offices of tenderness, and pay
Meet adoration to my household gods,
When I am gone. He works his work, I mine.
There lies the port; the vessel puffs her sail:
There gloom the dark, broad seas. My mariners,
Souls that have toiled, and wrought, and thought with me---
That ever with a frolic welcome took
The thunder and the sunshine, and opposed
Free hearts, free foreheads---you and I are old;
Old age hath yet his honor and his toil.
Death closes all; but something ere the end,
Some work of noble note, may yet be done,
Not unbecoming men that strove with the Gods.
The lights begin to twinkle from the rocks;
The long day wanes; the slow moon climbs; the deep
Moans round with many voices. Come, my friends,
'Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Though much is taken, much abides; and though
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are:
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.
-- Lord Alfred Tennyson, 1809-1892
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cyrus (Cyrus Shaoul):
I wish I was a sex-starved manicurist found dead in the Bronx!!
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higgy (James Higginbotham):
January schedule:
I will be away between Jan. 18 and Jan. 27. & unable to receive
e-mail. Urgent messages may be left at the Department, 253-4141. I'll
respond to any others on Jan. 28.
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jroth (Jakub Roth):
Est Modus in Rebus,
Sunt Certi denique Fines.
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jtkohl (John T Kohl):
wasting time until the term starts again...
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klbrubak (Kaye L Brubaker):
Chemistry Envy:
"Real scientists wear lab coats."
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kreigs (Adam M Kreiger):
{From system: This user's .plan file is not world readable}
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mikeg (Michael P Genrich):
"There are a lot of decaffeinated brands on the market today that are
just as tasty as the real thing."
--- End of Central America ---
