Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1997 of 2171 |
Unbearably lovely music is heard as the curtain rises, and we see the
woods on a summer afternoon. A fawn dances on and nibbles at some
leaves. He drifts lazily through the soft foliage. Soon he starts
coughing and drops dead.
-- Woody Allen, "Without Feathers"
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1998 of 2171 |
Uncle Cosmo, why do they call this a word processor?
It's simple, Skyler. You've seen what food processors do to food, right?
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 1999 of 2171 |
Uncle Ed's Rule of Thumb:
Never use your thumb for a rule.
You'll either hit it with a hammer or get a splinter in it.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2000 of 2171 |
Under any conditions, anywhere, whatever you are doing, there is some
ordinance under which you can be booked.
-- Robert D. Sprecht, Rand Corp.
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2001 of 2171 |
Under capitalism, man exploits man.
Under communism, it's just the opposite.
-- J.K. Galbraith
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2002 of 2171 |
Under deadline pressure for the next week.
If you want something, it can wait.
Unless it's blind screaming paroxysmally hedonistic...
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2003 of 2171 |
Under every stone lurks a politician.
-- Aristophanes
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2004 of 2171 |
Under the wide an starry sky,
Dig my grave and let me lie,
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And laid me down with a will,
And this be the verse that you grave for me,
Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor home from the sea,
And the hunter home from the hill.
-- R. Kipling
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2005 of 2171 |
Under the wide and heavy VAX
Dig my grave and let me relax
Long have I lived, and many my hacks
And I lay me down with a will.
These be the words that tell the way:
"Here he lies who piped 64K,
Brought down the machine for nearly a day,
And Rogue playing to an awful standstill."
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Freebsd Fortunes 6: 2006 of 2171 |
Underlying Principle of Socio-Genetics:
Superiority is recessive.
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