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New quotes for Mon Jul 19
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Mon Jul 19 06:48:21 1993
Date: Mon, 19 Jul 93 06:48:16 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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autumn (Barbara C. Manganis):
I am a feather on the bright sky
I am the blue horse that runs in the plain
I am the fish that rolls, shining, in the water
I am the shadow that follows a child
I am the evening light, the lustre of meadows
I am an eagle playing with the wind
I am a cluster of bright beads
I am the farthest star
I am the cold of the dawn
I am the roaring of the rain
I am the glitter on the crust of the snow
I am the long track of the moon in a lake
I am a flame of four colors
I am a deer standing away in the dusk
I am a field of sumac and the pomme blanche
I am an angle of geese in the winter sky
I am the hunger of a young wolf
I am the whole dream of these things
The Delight Song of Tsoai-talee
N. Scott Momaday
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dpatrick (David M Patrick):
1st year Ph.D. student, Dept. of Mathematics
Office: 2-251, x3-7566
Address:
Room 307A
305 Memorial Drive
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 225-9715
I'm not logged in as of Sun Jul 18 20:21:08 EDT 1993
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jyip (Jason Yip):
Last logout: Sun Jul 18 21:40:20 EDT 1993 from primavera
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nosaj (Jason M Sachs):
...We were somewhere in western Pennsylvania; she had stopped to sell
pies again, and I went to go find a laundromat, which wasn't easy. I
mean, it's not exactly something they point out to out-of-towners. I
asked some old guy standing on the street corner where the laundromat
was and he gave me directions, but they led me to the library, not the
laundromat (I was wondering why he told me that I couldn't miss it,
that there were a bunch of big stone columns in front). I figured I
might as well go in anyway and look in the phone book for a
laundromat, if they had a phone book, that is, which they did, and
after I had found a suitable laundromat (well... really I just picked
one out at random) and called them up to ask how to get there, I went
back out to my rusty old pickup truck only to find a parking ticket
stuck under my windshield, a flyer proclaiming that ``Jesus Loves
You'' (well, that's his problem) next to the parking ticket, and a
laundromat two doors down from the library, which was probably where
the old guy was giving me directions to in the first place.
-- from ``Seems to Me''
which I'm almost done with. **
(the above has no relation to the
plot, whatsoever.)
(well, not really.)
[** This means I'm the one writing it. Gosh, I wish someone else
would take over one of these days. I mean, I'd like to read something
written by me, for once.]
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starflt (Derrick Kong):
Too, Too Divine
Phyllis Schlafly says: "The atomic bomb is a marvelous gift that was
given to our country by a wise God."
from No Comment
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