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"If you weren't my teacher, I'd think you just deleted all my files."
-- an anonymous UCB CS student, to an instructor who had typed "rm -i *" to
get rid of a file named "-f" on a Unix system.
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"The hottest places in Hell are reserved for those who, in times of moral
crisis, preserved their neutrality."
-- Dante
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"The medium is the message."
-- Marshall McLuhan
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"The medium is the massage."
-- Crazy Nigel
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"Show me a good loser, and I'll show you a loser."
-- Vince Lombardi, football coach
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"It might help if we ran the MBA's out of Washington."
-- Admiral Grace Hopper
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Refreshed by a brief blackout, I got to my feet and went next door.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_
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The sprung doors parted and I staggered out into the lobby's teak and flicker.
Uniformed men stood by impassively like sentries in their trench. I slapped
my key on the desk and nodded gravely. I was loaded enough to be unable to
tell whether they could tell I was loaded. Would they mind? I was certainly
too loaded to care. I moved to the door with boxy, schlep-shouldered strides.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_
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I ask only one thing. I'm understanding. I'm mature. And it isn't much to
ask. I want to get back to London, and track her down, and be alone with my
Selina -- or not even alone, damn it, merely close to her, close enough to
smell her skin, to see the flecked webbing of her lemony eyes, the moulding
of her artful lips. Just for a few precious seconds. Just long enough to
put in one good, clean punch. That's all I ask.
-- Martin Amis, _Money_
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"Love may fail, but courtesy will previal."
-- A Kurt Vonnegut fan
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