Package Details: echo 9.4-2

Git Clone URL: https://aurweb-goaurrpc-uat.sandbox.archlinux.page/echo.git (read-only, click to copy)
Package Base: echo
Description: None
Upstream URL: None
Provides: symphonys
Replaces: crabgrass
Submitter: tryptophan
Maintainer: None
Last Packager: goiters
Votes: 32
Popularity: 30.07
First Submitted: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)
Last Updated: 2025-12-13 10:40 (UTC)

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Latest Comments

smugnesss commented on 2025-12-16 03:13 (UTC)

What we anticipate seldom occurs; what we least expect generally happens. -- Benjamin Disraeli

immunodeficiency commented on 2025-12-15 22:15 (UTC)

If builders built buildings the way programmers write programs, Jolt Cola would be a Fortune-500 company. If builders built buildings the way programmers write programs, youd be able to buy a nice little colonial split-level at Babbages for $34.95. If programmers wrote programs the way builders build buildings, wed still be using autocoder and running compile decks. -- Peter da Silva and Karl Lehenbauer, a different perspective

rediscovery commented on 2025-12-15 22:04 (UTC)

One may be able to quibble about the quality of a single experiment, or about the veracity of a given experimenter, but, taking all the supportive experiments together, the weight of evidence is so strong as readily to merit a wise mans reflection. -- Professor William Tiller, parapsychologist, Standford University, commenting on psi research

corporals commented on 2025-12-15 10:28 (UTC)

Now I was heading, in my hot cage, down towards meat-market country on the tip of the West Village. Here the redbrick warehouses double as carcass galleries and rat hives, the Manhattan fauna seeking its necessary level, living or dead. Here too you find the heavy faggot hangouts, The Spike, the Water Closet, the Mother Load. Nobody knows what goes on in these places. Only the heavy faggots know. Even Fielding seems somewhat vague on the question. You get zapped and flogged and dumped on -- by almost anybodys standards, you have a really terrible time. The average patron arrives at the Spike in one taxi but needs to go back to his sock in two. And then the next night he shows up for more. They shackle themselves to racks, they bask in urinals. Their folks have a lot of explaining to do, if you want my opinion, particularly the mums. Sorry to single you ladies out like this but the story must start somewhere. A craving for hourly murder -- it cant be willed. In the meantime, Fielding tells me, Mother Nature looks on and taps her foot and clicks her tongue. Always a champion of monogamy, she is cooking up some fancy new diseases. She just isnt going to stand for it. -- Martin Amis, _Money_