"When at anchor here I ride, My bosom swells with pride! And I snap my fingers at the foe-man's taunts ..." - Gilbert and Sullivan, "HMS Pinafore" I prefer the last 6 lines of Goethe's _Torquato Tasso_, where the shipwrecked sailor clings hopelessly to the very rocks on which his ship has been wrecked :-) Perhaps the irony of this will not be lost in the pursuit of backward compatibility ad infinitum... ///PeterReceived on Monday, 30 December 1996 14:22:48 EST
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