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Raising pet electric eels is gaining a lot of current popularity.
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Ralph's Observation:
It is a mistake to let any mechanical object
realise that you are in a hurry.
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RAM wasn't built in a day.
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Random, n:
as in number, predictable.
as in memory access, unpredictable.
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Rarely do people communicate; they just take turns talking.
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Rascal, am I? Take THAT!
-- Errol Flynn
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Rattling around the back of my head is a disturbing image of something I
saw at the airport... Now I'm remembering, those giant piles of computer
magazines right next to "People" and "Time" in the airport store. Does it
bother anyone else that half the world is being told all of our hard-won
secrets of computer technology? Remember how all the lawyers cried foul
when "How to Avoid Probate" was published? Are they taking no-fault
insurance lying down? No way! But at the current rate it won't be long
before there are stacks of the "Transactions on Information Theory" at the
A&P checkout counters. Who's going to be impressed with us electrical
engineers then? Are we, as the saying goes, giving away the store?
-- Robert W. Lucky, IEEE president
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Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.
-- Dorothy Parker, "Resume", 1926
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Re: Graphics:
A picture is worth 10K words -- but only those to describe
the picture. Hardly any sets of 10K words can be adequately
described with pictures.
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Reach into the thoughts of friends,
And find they do not know your name.
Squeeze the teddy bear too tight,
And watch the feathers burst the seams.
Touch the stained glass with your cheek,
And feel its chill upon your blood.
Hold a candle to the night,
And see the darkness bend the flame.
Tear the mask of peace from God,
And hear the roar of souls in hell.
Pluck a rose in name of love,
And watch the petals curl and wilt.
Lean upon the western wind,
And know you are alone.
-- Dru Mims
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