| Linux Computers: 969 of 1023 |
"Yacc" owes much to a most stimulating collection of users, who have
goaded me beyond my inclination, and frequently beyond my ability in
their endless search for "one more feature." Their irritating
unwillingness to learn how to do things my way has usually led to my
doing things their way; most of the time, they have been right.
-- S. C. Johnson, "Yacc guide acknowledgements"
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| Linux Computers: 970 of 1023 |
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of APL, I shall fear no
evil, for I can string six primitive monadic and dyadic operators together.
-- Steve Higgins
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| Linux Computers: 971 of 1023 |
Yes, we will be going to OSI, Mars, and Pluto, but not necessarily in
that order.
-- Jeffrey Honig
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| Linux Computers: 972 of 1023 |
You are an insult to my intelligence! I demand that you log off immediately.
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| Linux Computers: 973 of 1023 |
You are false data.
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| Linux Computers: 974 of 1023 |
You are in a maze of little twisting passages, all alike.
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| Linux Computers: 975 of 1023 |
You are in a maze of little twisting passages, all different.
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| Linux Computers: 976 of 1023 |
You are in the hall of the mountain king.
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| Linux Computers: 977 of 1023 |
You are lost in the Swamps of Despair.
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| Linux Computers: 978 of 1023 |
You are transported to a room where you are faced by a wizard who
points to you and says, "Them's fighting words!" You immediately get
attacked by all sorts of denizens of the museum: there is a cobra
chewing on your leg, a troglodyte is bashing your brains out with a
gold nugget, a crocodile is removing large chunks of flesh from you, a
rhinoceros is goring you with his horn, a sabre-tooth cat is busy
trying to disembowel you, you are being trampled by a large mammoth, a
vampire is sucking you dry, a Tyranosaurus Rex is sinking his six inch
long fangs into various parts of your anatomy, a large bear is
dismembering your body, a gargoyle is bouncing up and down on your
head, a burly troll is tearing you limb from limb, several dire wolves
are making mince meat out of your torso, and the wizard is about to
transport you to the corner of Westwood and Broxton. Oh dear, you seem
to have gotten yourself killed, as well.
You scored 0 out of 250 possible points.
That gives you a ranking of junior beginning adventurer.
To achieve the next higher rating, you need to score 32 more points.
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