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Here's an update on the court case.
[editor's note by elenchos] In order to express how we all must feel at being pointlessly regaled by these endless tales regarding the "GPL", I have appended a selection from T.S. Eliot's poem "The Waste Land". |
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Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man, You cannot say, or guess, for you know only A heap of broken images, where the sun beats, And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief, And the dry stone no sound of water. Only There is shadow under this red rock, (Come in under the shadow of this red rock), And I will show you something different from either Your shadow at morning striding behind you Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you; I will show you fear in a handful of dust. |