Freebsd Fortunes 6

They don't know how the world is shaped.  And so they give it a shape, and
try to make everything fit it.  They separate the right from the left, the
man from the woman, the plant from the animal, the sun from the moon. They
only want to count to two.
                -- Emma Bull, "Bone Dance"

They don't suffer.  They can't even speak English.
                -- George F. Baer, answering a reporter's
                question about the suffering of starving miners.

They finally got King Midas, I hear.  Gild by association.

They have been at a great feast of languages, and stolen the scraps.
                -- William Shakespeare, "Love's Labour's Lost"

They just buzzed and buzzed...buzzed.

They say it's the responsibility of the media to look at government --
especially the president -- with a microscope.  I don't argue with that,
but when they use a proctoscope, it's going too far.
                -- Richard Nixon

They seem to have learned the habit of cowering before authority even when
not actually threatened.  How very nice for authority.  I decided not to
learn this particular lesson.
                -- Richard Stallman

They sentenced me to twenty years of boredom for trying to change the
system from within.  I'm coming now I'm coming to reward them.  First
we take Manhattan, then we take Berlin.

I'm guided by a signal in the heavens.  I'm guided by this birthmark on
my skin.  I'm guided by the beauty of our weapons.  First we take Manhattan,
then we take Berlin.

I'd really like to live beside you, baby.  I love your body and your spirit
and your clothes.  But you see that line there moving throug the station?
I told you I told you I told you I was one of those.
                -- Leonard Cohen, "First We Take Manhattan"

They spell it Vinci and pronounce it Vinchy.
Foreigners always spell better than they pronounce.
                -- Mark Twain

They told me you had proven it          When they discovered our results
About a month before.                   Their hair began to curl
The proof was valid, more or less       Instead of understanding it
But rather less than more.              We'd run the thing through PRL.

He sent them word that we would try     Don't tell a soul about all this
To pass where they had failed           For it must ever be
And after we were done, to them         A secret, kept from all the rest
The new proof would be mailed.          Between yourself and me.

My notion was to start again
Ignoring all they'd done
We quickly turned it into code
To see if it would run.