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[Threlin]

211. Old timers like me will remember the wonderful cure all for any cut called Methialade (sp?). Anytime you got a cut or scrape, parents of our times would lather it down in this wonderful disenfectant that strode the fine line between battery acid and napalm. 

Mecurchrome (sp?) came later...same functionality without the pain....or the screams of agony...

[fiere redfern]

212.

#include <stdio.h>
main(t,_,a)char *a;{return!0<t?t<3?main(-79,-13,a+main(-87,1-_,
main(-86,0,a+1)+a)):1,t<_?main(t+1,_,a):3,main(-94,-27+t,a)&&t==2?_<13?
main(2,_+1,"%s %d %d\n"):9:16:t<0?t<-72?main(_,t,
"@n'+,#'/*{}w+/w#cdnr/+,{}r/*de}+,/*{*+,/w{%+,/w#q#n+,/#{l,+,/n{n+,/+#n+,/#\
;#q#n+,/+k#;*+,/'r :'d*'3,}{w+K w'K:'+}e#';dq#'l \
q#'+d'K#!/+k#;q#'r}eKK#}w'r}eKK{nl]'/#;#q#n'){)#}w'){){nl]'/+#n';d}rw' i;# \
){nl]!/n{n#'; r{#w'r nc{nl]'/#{l,+'K {rw' iK{;[{nl]'/w#q#n'wk nw' \
iwk{KK{nl]!/w{%'l##w#' i; :{nl]'/*{q#'ld;r'}{nlwb!/*de}'c \
;;{nl'-{}rw]'/+,}##'*}#nc,',#nw]'/+kd'+e}+;#'rdq#w! nr'/ ') }+}{rl#'{n' ')# \
}'+}##(!!/")
:t<-50?_==*a?putchar(31[a]):main(-65,_,a+1):main((*a=='/')+t,_,a+1)
  :0<t?main(2,2,"%s"):*a=='/'||main(0,main(-61,*a,
"!ek;dc i@bK'(q)-[w]*%n+r3#l,{}:\nuwloca-O;m .vpbks,fxntdCeghiry"),a+1);}


...on the first day of christmas, my true love gave to meeeee! 

Yeah, I'm sitting in my Java class, waiting for my professor to finish going over this stupid five-minute quiz that we took.. umm... an hour ago. Le sigh...

[un4]

213. He has all the virtues I dislike and none of the vices I admire.

[Jandris]

Trespassers will be eaten (sign on my son's bedroom door) 

Tsk Tsk - shame on you Un4 you repeated yourself.

[Threlin]

214. "I can win an argument on any topic, against any opponent. People know this, and steer clear of me at parties. Often, as a sign of their great respect, they don't even invite me." -Dave Barry

Tsk Tsk - shame on you Un4 you repeated yourself.

I caught that too, Jan. He must be running out of things to say. 

[un4]

215.  Poor Faulkner. Does he really think big emotions come from big words? He thinks I don't know the ten-dollar words. I know them all right. But there are older and simpler and better words, and those are the ones I use.

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Forget your personal tragedy. We are all bitched from the start and you especially have to be hurt like hell before you can write seriously. But when you get the damned hurt, use itâ€"don't cheat with it.

[Threlin]

216.  I go, and it is done; the bell invites me.
        Hear it not, Duncan, for it is a knell
        That summons thee to heaven or to hell.

[fiere redfern]

217.

It's many miles to Buffalo
Oh, dat low bridge!
Balky mule, she travels slow
Oh, dat low bridge!
Dar's gravel on de tow-path
Dar's hornets in de sand,
Oh pity poor canalers,
Dat's far away from land -

Den, look out, dat low bridge!
(Look out, dat low bridge!)
Look out, dat low bridge!

De captain, cook, and all de crew,
Oh, duck your head way down,
The fastest boat in all de fleet,
Two sisters come to town.

Yay for old American folk tunes!

[un4]

218.  Sleep, except in the company of others, is a waste of time.

[Vengeance]

.219  .nwonknU

[un4]

220. "...Or so it seemed....
       My eyes were closing and I may have dreamed."

[Threlin]

221. And although my eyes were open
       They might have just as well've been closed
                    -Procol Harum, A Whiter Shade of Pale

[un4]

222. If evil were a lesser breed than justice, after all these years
       The righteous would have freed the world of sin.

[Gutboy]

223

Was none who would be foremost
    To lead such dire attack:
But those behind cried ‘Forward!’
    And those before cried ‘Back!’
And backward now and forward
    Wavers the deep array;
And on the tossing sea of steel,
To and fro the standards reel;
And the victorious trumpet-peal
    Dies fitfully away.

"Horatius,"Thomas Babington Macaulay

[Threlin]

224. "No reason to get excited,"
          the thief, he kindly spoke,
       "There are many here among us
          who feel that life is but a joke.
       But you and I, we've been through that,
          and this is not our fate,
       So let us not talk falsely now,
          the hour is getting late."


GB, I've always loved that work! My favorite verse will always be:

Then out spoke brave Horatius, the Captain of the Gate:
"To every man upon this earth, death cometh soon or late;
And how can man die better than facing fearful odds,
For the ashes of his fathers, and the temples of his Gods,