Days are long in the lockdown (not really) and the operating system in charge of the windows allows you now to install it in a breeze and run it in a snap any of the major Linux distros out there —their command line part, to be precise; the graphical interface as a promise coming soon.
So I installed my beloved but abandoned Ubuntu, and had it the cow say the fortune, and the fortune was:
“It is right that he too should have his little chronicle, his memories, his reason, and be able to recognize the good in the bad, the bad in the worst, and so grow gently old all down the unchanging days and die one day like any other day, only shorter”.
That coming from Beckett (Malone Dies), and having recently read his highly praised Waiting for Godot, whose corresponding entry in my readbooks log was,
Ugliest and more stupid piece of crap I’ve ever read.
have to say it’s a remarkable piece of prose.
Thank you cow!
LEVIATHAN, BEHEMOTH, and ZIZ 