|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1841 of 2182|
Give me libertines or give me meth.
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1842 of 2182|
Give me the avowed, the erect, the manly foe,
Bold I can meet -- perhaps may turn his blow!
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send,
Save me, oh save me from the candid friend.
-- George Canning
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1843 of 2182|
Give me your students, your secretaries,
Your huddled writers yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your Selectric III's.
Give these, the homeless, typist-tossed to me.
I lift my disk beside the processor.
-- Inscription on a Word Processor
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1844 of 2182|
Give thought to your reputation.
Consider changing your name and moving to a new town.
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1845 of 2182|
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1846 of 2182|
Give your child mental blocks for Christmas.
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1847 of 2182|
Give your very best today.
Heaven knows it's little enough.
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1848 of 2182|
Given a choice between grief and nothing, I'd choose grief.
-- William Faulkner
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1849 of 2182|
Given its constituency, the only thing I expect to be "open" about [the
Open Software Foundation] is its mouth.
-- John Gilmore
|Freebsd Fortunes 3: 1850 of 2182|
Given my druthers, I'd druther not.