He stood looking at the portrait of Nat Taggart on the wall of her office--the portrait of a young man with a lifted head--until she returned, bringing a bottle of brandy and two glasses. He filled the glasses in silence.
"You know, Dagny, Thanksgiving was a holiday established by productive people to celebrate the success of their work."
The movement of his arm, as he raised his glass, went from the portrait--to her--to himself--to the buildings of the city beyond the window.
- from Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand
Low and High Tech, Tactics, Front-End Fixes
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*An Early Friday Hodgepodge*
*Spring break with the wife and kids, and other travel/family obligations
will occupy me over the weekend and into next week. ...
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