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| Chapman Taylor: "Always exceed the expectations of the users" |
"Here comes the place where cleaves our way in twain.
Thy road, the right, toward Pluto's dwelling goes,
And leads us to Elysium.
"In no fix'd place the happy souls reside.
In groves we live, and lie on mossy beds,
By crystal streams, that murmur thro' the meads:
But pass yon easy hill, and thence descend;
The path conducts you to your journey's end."
VIRGIL, The Aeneid
(No, not Thunderbirds, the Roman poet.)
The REALITY:
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