Freebsd Fortunes 5

Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep,
If I should die before I wake,
I'll cry in anguish, "Mistake!!  Mistake!!"

Now I lay me down to study,
I pray the Lord I won't go nutty.
And if I fail to learn this junk,
I pray the Lord that I won't flunk.
But if I do, don't pity me at all,
Just lay my bones in the study hall.
Tell my teacher I've done my best,
Then pile my books upon my chest.

Now is the time for all good men to come to.
                -- Walt Kelly

Now is the time for drinking;
now the time to beat the earth with unfettered foot.
                -- Quintus Horatius Flaccus (Horace)

Now it's time to say goodbye
To all our company...
M-I-C   (see you next week!)
K-E-Y   (Why?  Because we LIKE you!)
M-O-U-S-E.

Now of my threescore years and ten,
Twenty will not come again,
And take from seventy springs a score,
It leaves me only fifty more.

And since to look at things in bloom
Fifty springs are little room,
About the woodlands I will go
To see the cherry hung with snow.
                -- A.E. Housman

Now that day wearies me,
My yearning desire
Will receive more kindly,
Like a tired child, the starry night.

Hands, leave off your deeds,
Mind, forget all thoughts;
All of my forces
Yearn only to sink into sleep.

And my soul, unguarded,
Would soar on widespread wings,
To live in night's magical sphere
More profoundly, more variously.
                -- Hermann Hesse, "Going to Sleep"

Now that you've read Fortune's diet truths, you'll be prepared the next time
some housewife or boutique owner turned diet expert appears on TV to plug
her latest book.  And, if you still feel a twinge of guilt for eating coffee
cake while listening to her exhortations, ask yourself the following questions:

1: Do I dare trust a person who actually considers alfalfa sprouts a food?
2: Was the author's sole motive in writing this book to get rich
        exploiting the forlorn hopes of chubby people like me?
3: Would a longer life be worthwhile if it had to be lived as prescribed...
        without French-fried onion rings, pizza with double cheese, or the
        occasional Mai-Tai?  (Remember, living right doesn't really make
        you live longer, it just *seems* like longer.)

That, and another piece of coffee cake, should do the trick.

Now the Lord God planted a garden East of Whittier in a place called
Yorba Linda, and out of the ground he made to grow orange trees that
were good for food and the fruits thereof he labeled SUNKIST...

Now there's a violent movie titled, "The Croquet Homicide,"
or "Murder With Mallets Aforethought."
                -- Shelby Friedman, WSJ.