Freebsd Fortunes 2

And miles to go before I sleep.

And now for something completely the same.

And now your toner's toney,             Disk blocks aplenty
And your paper near pure white,         Await your laser drawn lines,
The smudges on your soul are gone       Your intricate fonts,
And your output's clean as light..      Your pictures and signs.

We've labored with your father,         Your amputative absence
The venerable XGP,                      Has made the Ten dumb,
But his slow artistic hand,             Without you, Dover,
Lacks your clean velocity.              We're system untounged-

Theses and papers                       DRAW Plots and TEXage
And code in a queue                     Have been biding their time,
Dover, oh Dover,                        With LISP code and programs,
We've been waiting for you.             And this crufty rhyme.

Dover, oh Dover,                Dover, oh Dover, arisen from dead.
We welcome you back,            Dover, oh Dover, awoken from bed.
Though still you may jam,       Dover, oh Dover, welcome back to the Lab.
You're on the right track.      Dover, oh Dover, we've missed your clean
                                        hand...

And on the eighth day, we bulldozed it.

And on the seventh day, He exited from append mode.

...and report cards I was always afraid to show
Mama'd come to school
and as I'd sit there softly cryin'
Teacher'd say he's just not tryin'
Got a good head if he'd apply it
but you know yourself
it's always somewhere else
I'd build me a castle
with dragons and kings
and I'd ride off with them
As I stood by my window
and looked out on those
Brooklyn roads
                -- Neil Diamond, "Brooklyn Roads"

And so it was, later,
As the miller told his tale,
That her face, at first just ghostly,
Turned a whiter shade of pale.
                -- Procol Harum

And that's the way it is...
                -- Walter Cronkite

And the crowd was stilled.  One elderly man, wondering at the sudden silence,
turned to the Child and asked him to repeat what he had said.  Wide-eyed,
the Child raised his voice and said once again, "Why, the Emperor has no
clothes!  He is naked!"
                -- "The Emperor's New Clothes"

And the French medical anatomist Etienne Serres really did argue that
black males are primitive because the distance between their navel and
penis remains small (relative to body height) throughout life, while
white children begin with a small separation but increase it during
growth -- the rising belly button as a mark of progress.
                -- S.J. Gould, "Racism and Recapitulation"