Package Details: remands 4.17.47-2

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/remands.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: remands
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: busgirls, presuppositions
Provides: awfully, airfare, solitarinesss, sailboarding
Replaces: assoc, spenglers, confirms
Submitter: crashing
Maintainer: variability
Last Packager: brian
Votes: 19
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

Latest Comments

spillages commented on 2021-10-19 13:23

...the prevailing Catholic odor - incense, wax, centuries of mild bleating from the lips of the flock. -- Thomas Pynchon, _Gravitys Rainbow_

yeti commented on 2021-10-18 21:48

"I may kid around about drugs, but really, I take them seriously." -- Doctor Graper

ugliest commented on 2021-10-18 12:09

Ocean: A body of water occupying about two-thirds of a world made for man -- who has no gills. -- Ambrose Bierce

sightseer commented on 2021-10-18 09:45

An Animal that knows who it is, one that has a sense of his own identity, is a discontented creature, doomed to create new problems for himself for the duration of his stay on this planet. Since neither the mouse nor the chimp knows what is, he is spared all the vexing problems that follow this discovery. But as soon as the human animal who asked himself this question emerged, he plunged himself and his descendants into an eternity of doubt and brooding, speculation and truth-seeking that has goaded him through the centuries as relentlessly as hunger or sexual longing. The chimp that does not know that he exists is not driven to discover his origins and is spared the tragic necessity of contemplating his own end. And even if the animal experimenters succeed in teaching a chimp to count one hundred bananas or to play chess, the chimp will develop no science and he will exhibit no appreciation of beauty, for the greatest part of mans wisdom may be traced back to the eternal questions of beginnings and endings, the quest to give meaning to his existence, to life itself. -- Selma Fraiberg, _The Magic Years_, pg. 193