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New quotes for Mon Jul 12
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Mon Jul 12 06:11:29 1993
Date: Mon, 12 Jul 93 06:11:24 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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cfields (Craig Fields):
Date: Sun, 4 Jul 93 4:30:02 EDT
Newsgroups: rec.humor.funny
From: owens@cookiemonster.cc.buffalo.edu (Bill Owens)
Subject: Unintentional comments on X.400
Keywords: smirk, true, computers
I was just skimming an article on X.400 in Open Systems Today magazine
(3/29/93, page 20) and came across a quote by Marshall Rose, well-known
expert on OSI:
"X.400 is nothing special technically. You can find more
cost-effective solutions for..."
(Continued on page 24)
Flipping the page, I read:
"...technology and communications at Wal-Mart."
Of course, there *was* another page of text in between, and Marshall's
quote actually finished with "...mail backbones". However, I suspect
the unintentional comment may be more correct...
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dpatrick (David M Patrick):
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hch (Hernando Cortina):
Laundry is the fifth dimension!! ...um...um... th' washing machine
is a black hole and the pink socks are bus drivers who just fell in!!
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jyip (Jason Yip):
Last logout: Sun Jul 11 14:22:13 EDT 1993 from m11-116-12
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marthag (Martha H Greenberg):
I have a job!
I'm working at:
Charles River Analytics Inc.
55 Wheeler St.
Cambridge, MA 02138
And you should be able to send me email (and I encourage you to do so,
particularly if you want to reach me between 10am and 7 pm) at:
mhg@crasun.cra.com
(we don't have a "real" connection, but we do have a UUCP feeds, so it
may take me half-an-hour or so to get the mail)
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I have been one acquainted with the nigth.
I have walked out in the rain - and back in rain.
I have outwalked the furthest city light.
I have looked down the saddest city lane,
I have passed by the watchman on his beat
And dropped my eyes, unwilling to explain.
I have stood still and stopped the sound of feet
When far away an interrupted cry
Came over houses from another street,
But not to call me back or say good-by;
And further still at an unearthly height
One luminary clock against the sky
Proclaimed the time was neither wrong not right.
I have been one acquainted with the night.
Acquainted With the Night
Robert Frost
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yandros (Chad Phillip Brown):
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THE QUEEN AND THE SOLDIER
Suzanne Vega
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The soldier came knocking upon the queen's door
He said, "I am not fighting for you any more"
The queen knew she'd seen his face someplace before
And slowly she let him inside.
He said, "I've watched your palace up here on the hill
And I've wondered who's the woman for whom we all kill
But I am leaving tomorrow and you can do what you will
Only first I am asking you why."
Down in the long narrow hall he was led
Into her rooms with her tapestries red
And she never once took the crown from her head
She asked him there to sit down.
He said, "I see you now, and you are so very young
But I've seen more battles lost than I have battles won
And I've got this intuition, says it's all for your fun
And now will you tell me why?"
The young queen, she fixed him with an arrogant eye
She said, "You won't understand, and you may as well not try"
But her face was a child's, and he thought she would cry
But she closed herself up like a fan.
And she said, "I've swallowed a secret burning thread
It cuts me inside, and often I've bled"
He laid his hand then on top of her head
And he bowed her down to the ground.
"Tell me how hungry are you? How weak you must feel
As you are living here alone, and you are never revealed
But I won't march again on your battlefield"
And he took her to the window to see.
And the sun, it was gold, though the sky, it was gray
And she wanted more than she ever could say
But she knew how it frightened her, and she turned away
And would not look at his face again.
And he said, "I want to live as an honest man
To get all I deserve and to give all I can
And to love a young woman who I don't understand
Your highness, your ways are very strange."
But the crown, it had fallen, and she thought she would break
And she stood there, ashamed of the way her heart ached
She took him to the doorstep and she asked him to wait
She would only be a moment inside.
Out in the distance her order was heard
And the soldier was killed, still waiting for her word
And while the queen went on strangeling in the solitude she preferred
The battle continued on
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