"Is the page updated yet?"

"I die. O the flesh falls from my bones and lies uneaten and the rain will not fall on it. The winds scatter my dust and the desert grows and the seas wither away. All die. O the embarrassment."

"I guess not..."


(more-or-less from A Tangled Web by.. uh.. dang, how embarassing.)

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Last modified 5 Sep 1996
Bridget Spitznagel
sprite@cs.cmu.edu