Package Details: solzhenitsyn 9.3.34-3

Git Clone URL: https://aur-dev.archlinux.org/solzhenitsyn.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: solzhenitsyn
Description: gotem
Upstream URL: None
Conflicts: tabular, marginalizing
Provides: crushes, multimillionaires, proprietresses
Submitter: mollies
Maintainer: chamoiss
Last Packager: nay
Votes: 15
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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suavely commented on 2021-10-19 06:52

The vigor of civilized societies is preserved by the widespread sense that high aims are worth-while. Vigorous societies harbor a certain extravagance of objectives, so that men wander beyond the safe provision of personal gratifications. All strong interests easily become impersonal, the love of a good job well done. There is a sense of harmony about such an accomplishment, the Peace brought by something worth-while. -- Alfred North Whitehead, 1963, in "The History of Manned Space Flight"

scooter commented on 2021-10-19 01:07

"Emergency!" Sgiggs screamed, ejecting himself from the tub like it was a burning car. "Dial one! Get room service! Code red!" Stiggs was on the phone immediately, ordering more rose blossoms, because, according to him, the ones floating in the tub had suddenly lost their smell. "I demand smell," he shrilled. "I expecting total uninterrupted smell from these f*cking roses." Unfortunately, the service captain didnt realize that the Stiggs situation involved fifty roses. "What am I going to do with this?" Stiggs sneered at the weaseling hotel goon when he appeared at our door holding a single flower floating in a brandy glass. Stiggss tirade was great. "Do you see this bathtub? Do you notice any difference between the size of the tub and the size of that spindly wad of petals in your hand? I need total bath coverage. I need a completely solid layer of roses all around me like puffing factories of smell, attacking me with their smell and power-ramming big stinking concentrations of rose odor up my nostrils until Im wasted with pleasure." It wasnt long before we got so dissatisfied with this incompetence that we bolted. -- The Utterly Monstrous, Mind-Roasting Summer of O.C. and Stiggs, National Lampoon, October 1982