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'Tis the dream of each programmer,
Before his life is done,
To write three lines of APL,
And make the damn things run.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore
I do not like me anymore,
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse,
I ponder on the narrow house
I shudder at the thought of men
I'm due to fall in love again.
-- Dorothy Parker, "Enough Rope"
Half a bee, philosophically, must ipso facto half not be.
But half the bee has got to be, vis-a-vis its en
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