At 3:07 PM -0500 2/14/97, Vin McLellan wrote:
So now we ourselves burn the village in order to save it.
<nostalgic sigh>
How American!
Vin, your words are poignant and heartfelt. To be honest, I share your feelings (but I can't help but be amused that having recently decided to resubscribe after a lengthy absence, I returned just in time to wallow into a sea of discontent -- sorta like walking out the door of the cabin and all the snow on the roof falling on your head -- you're cold, you're wet, and you feel pretty damn stupid to boot). However, the denizens of this place are a resourceful lot. If alt.cypherpunks doesn't work out, if the distributed mailing lists don't work, we'll try something else. I don't think anyone is ready to give up, yet. best, john noerenberg jwn2@qualcomm.com -------------------------------------------------------------------- Ishmael gave himself to the writing of it, and as he did so he understood this, too: that accident ruled every corner of the universe except the chambers of the human heart. -- David Guterson, Snow Falling on Cedars, 1995 --------------------------------------------------------------------