So. The time has come for me to get my kite flying, stretch out in the sun, kick off my shoes, and speak my piece. 'The days of struggle are over,' I should be able to say. 'I can look back now and tell myself I don't have a single regret.' But I do. Many.
- Arthur Marx
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* http://news.bbc.co.uk/1/hi/sci/tech/8388485.stm
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