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Ideas Make Their Way In Silence Like The Waters That, Filtering Behind The Rocks Of The Alps, Loosen Them From The Mountains On Which They Rest.
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Ideas make their way in silence like the waters that,
filtering behind the rocks of the Alps,
loosen them from the mountains on which they rest.
-- Jean Henri Merle d' Aubigne
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Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected.
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front end: n. 1. An intermediary computer that does set-up and filtering for another (usually more powerful but less friendly) machine (a `back end').
2. What you're talking to when you have a conversation with someone who is making replies without paying attention....
Once there lived a village of creatures along the bottom of a great crystal river.
Each creature in its own manner clung tightly to the twigs and rocks of the river bottom, for clinging was their way of life, and resisting the current what each had learned from birth....