Author: Julia (---.zone129.zaural.ru)
Date: 01-07-06 12:38
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Let those who are in favour with their stars
Of public honour and proud titles boast,
Whilst I, whom fortune of such triumph bars
Unlook\'d for joy in that I honour most.
Great princes\' favourites their fair leaves spread
But as the marigold at the sun\'s eye,
And in themselves their pride lies buried,
For at a frown they in their glory die.
The painful warrior famoused for fight,
After a thousand victories once foil\'d,
Is from the book of honour razed quite,
And all the rest forgot for which he toil\'d:
Then happy I, that love and am belov\'d,
Where I may not remove nor be remov\'d.
Women at that time were supposed to look pretty and throw little
handkerchiefs around... well, I couldn\'t play that role.
We should measure welfare\'s success by how many people leave welfare, not
by how many are added.
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his
tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you
understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send
signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there
is no cat. --Albert Einstein