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| Location: | Winnipeg | | Author of: | Elements of Programming with Perl |
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Poetry is a many-to-many encryption of meaning. (me)
They're not soaking, they're rusting!! (my wife, on my dishwashing habits)
Things are not always what they seem.(Phaedrus Fables, Book IV, circa 8 A.D.)
Links to a few things I've written:
We can never be sure that the opinion we are endeavoring to stifle is a
false opinion; and if we were sure, stifling it would be an evil still.
John Stuart Mill; On Liberty, 1859
A man's liberties are none the less aggressed upon because those who coerce
him do so in the belief that he will be benefitted. Herbert Spencer;
Social Statics, 1850
But who protects us from the good guys? anonymous
signing off ...
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