[5843] in Central_America
New quotes for Wed Apr 5
daemon@ATHENA.MIT.EDU (Central America)
Wed Apr 5 05:02:07 1995
Date: Wed, 5 Apr 1995 05:01:36 -0400
From: Central America <root@charon.MIT.EDU>
To: ca-mtg@charon.MIT.EDU
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kdmiller (Kenneth D Miller):
void main(){char b[17];int a=0,c=0,d; /* / for a good time, email: \ */
while(c!=-1){printf("%07x0:",a++);for /* ( kdmiller@athena.mit.edu ) */
(d=0;d<16;d++){c=getchar();b[d]=(c<' ' /* \ (Kenneth D. Miller III) / */
||c>'~')?'.':c;printf( "%s%02x",d&3?"":" ",c&255);}printf(" | %s\n",b);}}
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mhbraun (Matt Braun):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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nightowl (Teleute / Heather):
"We are destined to a fool's fate which deserves to be mocked.
And since there is no one else around to do the mocking, we
will take on the job."
--Thomas Ligotti
"Songs of a Dead Dreamer"
"Hey you, don't help them to bury the light,
Don't give in without a fight."
--Pink Floyd
"The Wall"
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pdlc (P.D.L. Cheng):
{from system: This user's .plan file is not world-readable}
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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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