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The other missing files :)
committer: Tailor Script <tailor@pidgin.im>
author | Rob Flynn <gaim@robflynn.com> |
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date | Thu, 23 Mar 2000 03:13:54 +0000 |
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--- /dev/null Thu Jan 01 00:00:00 1970 +0000 +++ b/doc/the_penguin.txt Thu Mar 23 03:13:54 2000 +0000 @@ -0,0 +1,64 @@ +The Penguin + +by Jeramey Crawford <jacrawf@marko.net> + and + Rob Flynn <rflynn@blueridge.net> + + +Once upon a term'nal dreary, while I hack'ed, weak and weary, +Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten code-- +While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a beeping, +As of some one gently feeping, feeping using damn talk mode. +"'Tis some hacker," I muttered, "beeping using damn talk mode-- + Only this. I hate talk mode." + +Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak semester, +And college life wrought its terror as the school year became a bore. +Eagerly I wished for privledges;--higher access I sought to borrow +For my term'nal, unceasing sorrow--sorrow for a file called core-- +For the rare and radiant files of .c the coders call the core-- + Access Denied. Chown me more. + +"Open Source," did all mutter, when, with very little flirt and flutter, +In there stepped a stately Penguin of the saintly days of yore. +Quite a bit obese was he; having eaten lots of fish had he, +But, by deign of Finnish programmer, he sat in the middle of my floor-- +Looking upon my dusty term'nal in the middle of my floor-- + Came, and sat, and nothing more. + +Then the tubby bird beguiling my sad code into shining, +By the free and open decorum of the message that it bore, +"Though thy term'nal be dusty and slow," he said, "Linux be not craven!" +And thus I installed a new OS far from the proprietary shore-- +The kernel code open but documentation lacking on this shore. + Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" + +Much I marvelled this rotund fowl to hear discourse so plainly, +Though its answer little meaning--little relevancy bore; +For we cannot help believing that no living human being +Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird in the middle of his floor-- +Bird or beast sitting in the middle of his cluttered floor, + With such instructions as "pipe grep more." + +But the Penguin, sitting lonely in that cluttered floor, spoke only +Those words, as if its soul in that instruction he did outpour. +Nothing more did he need utter; understood did I among that clutter-- +Understood his command as I could scarcely do a few moments before-- +I typed as furious as was willed me, understanding just a minute before. + Again the bird said "pipe grep more!" + +"Amazing!" said I, "Penguin we will conquor the world if you will! +By the Network that interconnects us--by that Finn we both adore-- +We'll take this very world by storm!" For now grasped I what he'd meant, +The thing I do while searching /usr/doc/* for that wond'rous lore-- +Those compendiums of plaintext documentation and descriptive lore. + Quoth the Penguin, "pipe grep more!" + +And the Penguin, never waddling, still is sitting, still is sitting +In the middle of my room and still very cluttered floor; +And his eyes have all the seeming of the free beer I am drinking +And the term'nal-light o'er him glowing throws his shadows on the floor; +And this OS from out the shadows that is pow'ring my term'nal on the floor + Shall be dominating--"Pipe grep more!" + +