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| − | ''“… Come, my friends. | + | |
| − | Tis not too late to seek a newer world. | + | |
| − | Push off, and sitting well in order smite | + | ''“… Come, my friends.'' |
| − | The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds | + | |
| − | To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths | + | ''Tis not too late to seek a newer world.'' |
| − | Of all the western stars, until I die. | + | |
| − | It may be that the gulfs will wash us down; | + | ''Push off, and sitting well in order smite'' |
| − | It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles, | + | |
| − | And see the great Achilles, whom we knew. | + | ''The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds'' |
| − | Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho' | + | |
| − | We are not now that strength which in old days | + | ''To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths'' |
| − | Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,-- | + | |
| − | One equal temper of heroic hearts, | + | ''Of all the western stars, until I die.'' |
| − | Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will | + | |
| − | To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”'' | + | ''It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;'' |
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| + | ''It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,'' | ||
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| + | ''And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.'' | ||
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| + | ''Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--'' | ||
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Latest revision as of 22:08, 29 January 2008
There are some who call me … Trout. I’m physically 30 years old and mentally something else. Currently working as an engineer in the Big Mucky of Northern Alberta Canada, and living in transit between Edmonton and Fort McMurray. Some months ago, Steve and Mike were crazy enough to ask me to help moderate DC and have probably regretted it ever since. *evil wink*
I’ve loved the game of Dip ever since my first game – during which a fist fight broke out, some girls got scared and called the cops, two of my buddies ended up in the drunk tank and the third walked around with shiners for the next few days. (The next night we taped the board back together and launched into another game…)
(And, the Trout adds with apologies to Tennyson):
“… Come, my friends.
Tis not too late to seek a newer world.
Push off, and sitting well in order smite
The sounding furrows; for my purpose holds
To sail beyond the sunset, and the baths
Of all the western stars, until I die.
It may be that the gulfs will wash us down;
It may be we shall touch the Happy Isles,
And see the great Achilles, whom we knew.
Tho' much is taken, much abides; and tho
We are not now that strength which in old days
Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are,--
One equal temper of heroic hearts,
Made weak by time and fate, but strong in will
To strive, to seek, to find, and not to yield.”
