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The speed of anything depends on the flow of everything.
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The spirit of Plato dies hard. We have been unable to escape the
philosophical tradition that what we can see and measure in the world
is merely the superficial and imperfect representation of an underlying
reality.
-- S.J. Gould, "The Mismeasure of Man"
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1104 of 2171 |
The star of riches is shining upon you.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1105 of 2171 |
The startling truth finally became apparent, and it was this: Numbers
written on restaurant checks within the confines of restaurants do not
follow the same mathematical laws as numbers written on any other pieces
of paper in any other parts of the Universe. This single statement took
the scientific world by storm. So many mathematical conferences got held
in such good restaurants that many of the finest minds of a generation
died of obesity and heart failure, and the science of mathematics was put
back by years.
-- Douglas Adams
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The state of innocence contains the germs of all future sin.
-- Alexandre Arnoux, "Etudes et caprices"
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1107 of 2171 |
The steady state of disks is full.
-- Ken Thompson
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1108 of 2171 |
The story of the butterfly:
"I was in Bogota and waiting for a lady friend. I was in love,
a long time ago. I waited three days. I was hungry but could not go
out for food, lest she come and I not be there to greet her. Then, on
the third day, I heard a knock."
"I hurried along the old passage and there, in the sunlight,
there was nothing."
"Just," Vance Joy said, "a butterfly, flying away."
-- Peter Carey, BLISS
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1109 of 2171 |
The story you are about to hear is true.
Only the names have been changed to protect the innocent.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1110 of 2171 |
The street preacher looked so baffled
When I asked him why he dressed
With forty pounds of headlines
Stapled to his chest.
But he cursed me when I proved to him
I said, "Not even you can hide.
You see, you're just like me.
I hope you're satisfied."
-- Bob Dylan
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The streets were dark with something more than night.
-- Raymond Chandler
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