Felix scripsit: > There is nothing like emacs.
'There's nothing like eating hay when you're faint,' he [the White King] remarked to her [Alice], as he munched away. 'I should think throwing cold water over you would be better,' Alice suggested: 'or some sal-volatile [smelling-salts, ammonium carbonate].' 'I didn't say there was nothing *better*,' the King replied. 'I said there was nothing *like* it.' Which Alice did not venture to deny. --Through The Looking Glass, chapter 7 -- There is no real going back. Though I John Cowan may come to the Shire, it will not seem co...@ccil.org the same; for I shall not be the same. http://www.ccil.org/~cowan I am wounded with knife, sting, and tooth, and a long burden. Where shall I find rest? --Frodo _______________________________________________ Chicken-users mailing list Chicken-users@nongnu.org https://lists.nongnu.org/mailman/listinfo/chicken-users