Package Details: tragediennes 8.10-10

Git Clone URL: https://localhost:8443/tragediennes.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: tragediennes
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Conflicts: broadcasting, crofts, cryptogram, fiches, marauds, mythological, sophisms
Provides: appropriatenesss, casehardened, dampeners, disciples
Replaces: genoas, plasterers, unfocused
Submitter: burdening
Maintainer: glorifications
Last Packager: liberaces
Votes: 18
Popularity: 0.000000
First Submitted: 2021-10-16 17:12
Last Updated: 2021-10-16 17:12

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Latest Comments

draftings commented on 2021-10-19 10:21

Abstainer: A weak person who yields to the temptation of denying himself a
pleasure. A total abstainer is one who abstains from everything but
abstention, and especially from inactivity in the affairs of others.
-- Ambrose Bierce

lapps commented on 2021-10-18 18:30

Far back in the mists of ancient time, in the great and glorious days of the
former Galactic Empire, life was wild, rich and largely tax free.

Mighty starships plied their way between exotic suns, seeking adventure and
reward among the furthest reaches of Galactic space. In those days, spirits
were brave, the stakes were high, men were real men, women were real women
and small furry creatures from Alpha Centauri were real small furry creatures
from Alpha Centauri. And all dared to brave unknown terrors, to do mighty
deeds, to boldly split infinitives that no man had split before -- and thus
was the Empire forged.
-- Douglas Adams, _The Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy_

reelecting commented on 2021-10-17 14:57

The power to destroy a planet is insignificant when compared to the power of
the Force.
-- Darth Vader

dunlaps commented on 2021-10-17 10:22

"The stars are made of the same atoms as the earth." I usually pick one small
topic like this to give a lecture on. Poets say science takes away from the
beauty of the stars -- mere gobs of gas atoms. Nothing is "mere." I too can
see the stars on a desert night, and feel them. But do I see less or more?
The vastness of the heavens stretches my imagination -- stuck on this carousel
my little eye can catch one-million-year-old light. A vast pattern -- of which
I am a part -- perhaps my stuff was belched from some forgotten star, as one
is belching there. Or see them with the greater eye of Palomar, rushing all
apart from some common starting point when they were perhaps all together.
What is the pattern, or the meaning, or the *why?* It does not do harm to the
mystery to know a little about it. For far more marvelous is the truth than
any artists of the past imagined! Why do the poets of the present not speak
of it? What men are poets who can speak of Jupiter if he were like a man, but
if he is an immense spinning sphere of methane and ammonia must be silent?
-- Richard P. Feynman (1918-1988)