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From "The Song of the End-of-lifed":
We have fed our code with a thousand docs
And still it cries unfed,
Though there's never a tag of all those tags
But marks our hackers dead:
We have sent our best through the standards mess,
Past the Borg and the Borg's own gull,
If blood be the price of SGML,
By Charles, we ha' paid in full!
There's never a flood on the list we love
But it trashes the posts we wrote;
There's never an ebb of sensible mail
But the poets come out, quote unquote,
With their haiku (bad) and their limericks (worse),
And their double dactyls too.
If blood be the price of XML,
If blood be the price of XML,
By Jon, we ha' pushed it through!
So we'll parse our well-formed marked-up text,
For that is our doom and our pride,
As it was when they punched on the 029
So it is with the Code Worldwide.
Though we disagree upon every point
To this one fact we can swear:
If blood be the price of XSLT,
If blood be the price of XSLT,
If blood be the price of XSLT,
By James, we ha' paid it fair!
--Not Rudyard Kipling
See http://theworld.com/~dduncan/poetry/fedsea.html
--
You escaped them by the will-death John Cowan
and the Way of the Black Wheel. jcowan@reutershealth.com
I could not. --Great-Souled Sam http://www.ccil.org/~cowan
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