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On Jan 7, 2016, at 4:19 AM, yaya@xjcoco.com wrote:

您好！打扰了，诚意购买您的xppq.com域名，请问出售吗？多少钱。谢谢

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Fancy that

He fancied himself a great lover, and maybe he was because his noodle was almost bald.

He fancied himself a doctor of divinity, but he could never get the hang of the mother church.

He fancied himself endowed with as much common sense as anyone in the land, and the truth of this could be rigourously proved to be the case. Except where prohibited by law.

Dance to the algorithms

I’ve tried to dance to the algorithms.
Built my house of adobe with windows looking upon the apple tree.
Babble a virtual google of poetic binaries to the eternal feminine,
as Saint Asimov himself was wont to say.
Decline the oracles to the last figment of my imagination.

À réculons

You would have to say that he gained his living by going backwards. He was not a cordelier in the crusades against the infidels. He had, in his own eyes, more common sense than most. When his work finally caught up with him, he was hanged by the neck until dead.

The gods were sitting at the board

The gods were sitting at the board
In their great house at Slievenamon.
They sang a drowsy song, or snored,
For all were full of wine and meat.
The smoky torches made a glare
On metal Goban’d hammered at,
On old deep silver rolling there
Or on some still unemptied cup
That he, when frenzy stirred his thews,
Had hammered out on mountain top
To hold the sacred stuff he brews
That only gods may buy of him.