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New quotes for Fri May 14
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Initializer.SysDaemon)
Fri May 14 16:37:48 1993
Date: Fri, 14 May 93 16:37:31 -0400
From: root@charon.mit.edu (Initializer.SysDaemon)
To: ca-mtg@bloom-beacon.mit.edu
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emanuel (Emanuel Dutra):
Epilogue
The phial!
Who could ever imagine that he would resort
to such an expedient?... Indeed, looking
from outside, no one could possibly think
that feelings other than happiness and hope
inhabited his heart. How mistaken human
judgement can be! If the burning hatred,
the pain that dwells in our souls and
destroys every elusive joy, and all the
anguish that pierces and devours our hearts
were written on our faces; if we could see
the wailing spirit through the mask of the
visage, many people that currently make us
envious, would stir the most profound pity!
How many of those laughing faces conceal
within themselves a recondite enemy like an
invisible and malignant tumour? How many
people exist whose sole fortune consists in
pretending to be fortunate!
But every play has its last act, and every
act has its last scene: The young man
decided that it was time to end life.
Staring at the small waves on the surface
of the liquid that he was bound to drink,
while he tried to find the courage he
always lacked for his ultimate deed, he
remembered the rare times in his childhood
when his parents would take him to the
beach. How much he admired that immense
blue world, its mystery, and its silence.
Why couldn't he go back and drown his life
in the same silence and mystery that he
once witnessed in the deepness of the
waves? Why should his destiny have
followed the path of false happiness,
pretended friendships, and the most
poignant solitude?
All those hidden reminiscences were
suddenly revived, awakened by those small
waves on the surface of the liquid, which
seemed to whisper, softly, seductively:
``Go back!... Search for your lost past!'',
hypnotizing him.
His mind could only obey that irresistible
command to plunge into the vastness of the
past.
As his eyes remain fixed on the small glass
container, his mind continues wandering
through the remembrances of his youth.
He sees the face of his first love. That
innocent smile, though enchanting, was not
strong enough to release him from his
shell of loneliness. He never attempted to
win her love, for he would never endure the
pain of a rejection. Only now he could
understand that it would be easier to heal
injuries caused by others than the wounds
that are self-inflicted. That dreams denied
the chance to come true are the ones that
survive, more tenacious, yet more
impalpable, more vivid, yet more concealed,
like ghosts, prying, ready to get out of
their lurking-holes and haunt the feeble
souls of which they were born.
Recollecting the first years of his
struggle for recognition, he could revive
the ephemeral moments of joy when he met
someone, who, shortly after, betrayed him.
He never had any one to rely on, except for
a few friends, hidden early in death's
dateless night.
It had always been like that: whenever he
needed support, he looked around and found
himself alone. He now feels the phial in
his hand again; he caresses it as someone
who finally finds the object of an
exhaustive search. He contemplates the
clear liquid that will sate his thirst for
relief.
Once again the waves on the surface of the
liquid seem to whisper: ``Sip me...''.
Overwhelmed with anguish and despair, he
looks around -- he is alone. In an instant,
he pours the poison into his mouth and
swallows. He closes his eyes, waiting. His
body falls on the floor; the phial remains
in his hand...
His body lies face down, as if he
slumbered, in the silence, alone.
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ktazar (Kamal T Azar):
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|| Your Lebanon is a political riddle that time tries ||
|| to solve, but my Lebanon is hills rising in splendor ||
|| towards the blue skies. ||
|| --- Khalil Gibran ||
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sokoloff (James T Sokoloff):
Jim last logged in @ Fri May 14 11:02:09 EDT 1993 on host vongole...
Plan? What plan?
------ Phi Delta Theta Social Events for the upcoming weeks ------
Wed Apr 21: 9:30 PM Wed Social-Cake and Cappucino! (Yum)
Fri Apr 23: 9:00 PM Party at the old folks home (Dan, Sean and Jim) (i)
666-9565 for info; come meet Matt Gimre and drink with him
Daniel, Sean and Jim are throwin' an
Ear-Drum-Thumpin'
Tequila-Guzzlin'
On-The-Furniture-Dancin'
In-The-BathTub-Yackin'
Ass-Of-Yourself-Makin'
PARTY! Friday Apr 23, 1993
Sat Apr 24: ?:00 PM Alumni Dinner (i)
Sun Apr 25:12:01 AM Console Jim on becoming an _old man_ (22)
(i) indicates that the event is (roughly) closed and invitations are available.
Other events are "open" to all friends of the house and guests
Any questions, don't call me, call the house number (247-8691) and ask for
Pat Baker or Zack Johnson... Thanks... ---Jim Sokoloff
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
Keep America Beautiful
Montana Power Company Chairman Joe McElwain, as quoted in the Portland
Oregonian: I happen to be one of those people who think the
aethestics of an area are improved by putting a nice transmission line
through it."
from No Comment
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