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'tis in the slightest exactly as was suppos'd: the mind and shape of the machine is as a wonder to behold, a beauty it has, a certain grace and bearing, that puts one in mind of awe as one approacheth, and that keeps one entranc'd long past the first contact. 'Tis naught but the work of a master designer, and yet in this day and age of consum'r and dirtyquick tools and technique that one so rarely sees such a masterpiece. Truely am I entranced, and 'twas the witness of my own eyes which convinced met.
And yet, and yet. Almost unconsciously - for the beauty of it, perhap - I reach for Alt-1, Alt-2. Naught do I reach for, but still wish for, the simplicity of Ctrl-Z (open new xterm). For a million reasons such as this will I keep my belov'd Karanth, five years old if a day, until he be living no more.
Such thoughts, though, bring forth to me hope, not despair. Such imperfections within this masterpiece are verily the instigator, the niche into which perhaps I could slip and hide, and code and wait. Let us see - there's so little to do, and so much time to do it in. No, wait. Reverse it. Okay, much better. Thank you.
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"A beach house," he said, "doesn't even have to be on the beach. Though the best ones are. We all like to congregate," he went on, "at boundary conditions". "Really?" said Arthur. "Where land meets water. Where earth meets air. Where body meets mind. Where space meets time. We like to be on one side, and look at the other."
