[5128] in Central_America
New quotes for Sat Oct 16
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Sat Oct 16 06:15:22 1993
Date: Sat, 16 Oct 93 06:14:51 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.mit.edu>
To: ca-mtg@charon.mit.edu
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hch (Hernando Cortina):
A dwarf is passing out somewhere in Detroit!
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ikchiu (I-Ting K Chiu):
Hi. My name is Kathy Chiu, a course 6-1A senior as of Oct. 15.1993. I am
writing a profile program for Cheops as a UROP assignment this year. I
like to read, ice skate and see movies. My favorite book is Anne of the
Green Gables, but only the first book in the series. I also like all the
Little House on the Prarie series, but I hate "The First Four Years". I
like most Disney films except for Little Mermaid. My favorite time of the
year is between thanksgiving and Christmas. Some of my friends call me
Kate with the accent on "e".
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rjbarbal (Richard J. Barbalace):
I can't login. I can't read mail. I hate med center.
For an incomplete glimpse of my schedule, take a look at
~/PostScript/scheduler.ps or my .tc file (using xcal from
the calendar locker).
I'm currently said to be living at:
26 Fairmont Avenue
Cambridge, MA 02139
(617) 497-2189 - Sigh, no one ever calls me....
Ok, a few of you readers might realize that this is all a front: I've
never (or at least in quite some time) stated any plans here, just
this phony address stuff and some seemingly random poetry which you
nerds probably haven't even bothered to read, much less try to
understand. So, I'll state in plain terms the crux of my plan:
To find balance.
There, quite simple, and probably quite dull. Read the damn poetry
for more info, if you care. ;)
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Know then thyself, presume not God to scan,
The proper study of mankind is man.
Placed on this isthmus of a middle state,
A being darkly wise, and rudely great:
With too much knowledge for the sceptic side,
With too much weakness for the stoic's pride,
He hangs between; in doubt to act, or rest;
In doubt to deem himself a god, or beast;
In doubt his mind or body to prefer;
Born but to die, and reasoning but to err;
Alike in ignorance, his reason such,
Whether he thinks too little or too much:
Chaos of thought and passion, all confused;
Still by himself abused or disabused;
Created half to rise and half to fall;
Great lord of all things, yet a prey to all;
Sole judge of truth, in endless error hurled:
The glory, jest, and riddle of the world!
- From "An Essay on Man", Alexander Pope
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You know I'd sooner forget but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights.
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair,
Now you act a little colder like you don't seem to care...
But believe in me baby and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day,
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain,
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane.
I've seen desperation explode into flames
and I don't wanna see it again...
- "Telegraph Road", Dire Straits
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When to the sessions of sweet silent thought
I summon up remembrance of things past,
I sigh the lack of many a thing I sought
And with old woes new wail my dear time's waste.
Then can I drown an eye (unus'd to flow)
For precious friends hid in death's dateless night,
And weep afresh love's long since cancell'd woe,
And moan th' expense of many a vanish'd sight.
Then can I grieve at grievances foregone,
And heavily from woe to woe tell o'er
The sad account of fore-bemoaned moan,
Which I new pay as if not paid before.
But if the while I think on thee, dear friend,
All losses are restor'd and sorrows end.
- Sonnet XXX, Shakespeare
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therese (Therese):
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
People.
People important to you, people unimportant to you cross your
life. Touch it with love and carelessness and move on.
There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of relief
and wonder why you ever came into contact with them.
There are people who leave you and you breathe a sigh of remorse
and wonder why they had to go away and leave such a gaping hole.
Children leave parents; friends leave friends, acquaintances
grow apart.
Enemies hate and move on.
Friends love and move on.
You think of the many who have moved into your hazy memory.
You look on those present and wonder.
I believe in God's master plan in life. He moves people in and
out of each other's lives, and each leaves his mark on the
other. You find you are made up of bits and pieces of all who
ever touched your life, and you are more because of it, and you
would be less if they had not touched you.
Pray to God that you accept the bits and pieces, in humility and
wonder, and never question and never regret.
Bits and pieces, bits and pieces.
- L. Channey
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tmyang (Rider of the Night):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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