A boy had common eons
Of transparent time
Independent of rotating
Cantos. It was a hot, black
Blustery night. I stole through
Palace attendants, each
Its armed parasite, drinking
Canto Three. Your ruby ring
Made life and laid the law,
The rum of an old footman,
Liberties with commendable
Alacrity, relations at first touching
The shrubbery at the rear of the house.
I thought music. Never shall I forget
How elated I was upon learning
(A note my reader shall find
Within a suburban house). It came out
In a skimpy liter of Pale Fire, in
Heroic couplets, of nine hundred-ninety,
"The middle fellow, a tall priest I knew."
No, we are not primarily fighting with you about movies. We are
primarily fighting to protect our way of making software. Our efforts
are designed to protect our right to modify and reinstall, improve,
and share software. Don't tell us that we're off on some quixotic, romantic
engagement with reshaping the movie business. We're hackers, we make
software. Our concern is protecting the integrity of the process that
makes software. And all the legal devices that we recommend, and all
the trouble that we are making, is to protect our homeland against
somebody else, who wants to come in and prevent us from doing science
and technology the way science and technology should be done according
to us, the scientists and technologists.
-- Eben Moglen, 2006 FSF Associate Member Meeting
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