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When does summertime come to Minnesota, you ask?  Well, last year, I
think it was a Tuesday.

He was a modest, good-humored boy.  It was Oxford that made him insufferable.

Terence, this is stupid stuff:
You eat your victuals fast enough;
There can't be much amiss, 'tis clear,
To see the rate you drink your beer.
But oh, good Lord, the verse you make,
It gives a chap the belly-ache.
The cow, the old cow, she is dead;
It sleeps well the horned head:
We poor lads, 'tis our turn now
To hear such tunes as killed the cow.
Pretty friendship 'tis to rhyme
Your friends to death before their time.
Moping, melancholy mad:
Come, pipe a tune to dance to, lad.
		-- A. E. Housman

Die?  I should say not, dear fellow.  No Barrymore would allow such a
conventional thing to happen to him.
		-- John Barrymore's dying words

Wethern's Law:
	Assumption is the mother of all screw-ups.

Nothing astonishes men so much as common sense and plain dealing.
		-- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ankh if you love Isis.

The algorithm to do that is extremely nasty.  You might want to mug
someone with it.
		-- M. Devine, Computer Science 340


Another page of fortunes...

Sunday, 17 May 2026   Michael J. Chappell   Contact me at: mcsuper5@freeshell.org Made with Emacs