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Date:      Sun, 6 Nov 2011 07:07:02 +0000 (UTC)
From:      Doug Barton <dougb@FreeBSD.org>
To:        src-committers@freebsd.org, svn-src-all@freebsd.org, svn-src-stable@freebsd.org, svn-src-stable-8@freebsd.org
Subject:   svn commit: r227134 - stable/8/games/fortune/datfiles
Message-ID:  <201111060707.pA6772al004461@svn.freebsd.org>

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Author: dougb
Date: Sun Nov  6 07:07:02 2011
New Revision: 227134
URL: http://svn.freebsd.org/changeset/base/227134

Log:
  MFC r226898:
  
  Fix the text and attribution of the poem "Youth" by Samuel Ullman.
  
  Our copy was a bastardization of the "older" (probably original?) and
  shorter version of the poem; and the "newer" version that is better
  known, and arguably more popular. Standardize on the latter.
  
  Cf. http://www.bartleby.com/73/2099.html

Modified:
  stable/8/games/fortune/datfiles/fortunes
Directory Properties:
  stable/8/games/fortune/   (props changed)

Modified: stable/8/games/fortune/datfiles/fortunes
==============================================================================
--- stable/8/games/fortune/datfiles/fortunes	Sun Nov  6 07:02:13 2011	(r227133)
+++ stable/8/games/fortune/datfiles/fortunes	Sun Nov  6 07:07:02 2011	(r227134)
@@ -4942,25 +4942,37 @@ cats on the dinette table, etc.
 	"That stop him?"
 	"No, but it sure slowed him up."
 %
-	Youth is not a time of life, it is a state of mind; it is a temper of
-the will, a quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions, a predominance
-of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure over love of ease.
-	Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years; people grow
-old only by deserting their ideals.  Years wrinkle the skin, but to give up
-enthusiasm wrinkles the soul.  Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear, and despair
--- these are the long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit
-back to dust.
-	Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being's heart the love
-of wonder, the sweet amazement at the stars and the starlike things and
-thoughts, the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike appetite
-for what next, and the joy and the game of life.
-	You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young as your
-self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as old as your
-despair.
-	So long as your heart receives messages of beauty, cheer, courage,
-grandeur and power from the earth, from man, and from the Infinite, so long
-you are young.
-		-- Samuel Ullman
+	Youth is not a time of life--it is a state of mind. It is not a
+matter of red cheeks, red lips and supple knees. It is a temper of the
+will; a quality of the imagination; a vigor of the emotions; it is a
+freshness of the deep springs of life.  Youth means a tempermental
+predominance of courage over timidity, of the appetite for adventure
+over a life of ease.  This often exists in a man of fifty, more than in
+a boy of twenty.  Nobody grows old by merely living a number of years;
+people grow old by deserting their ideals.
+
+	Years may wrinkle the skin, but to give up enthusiasm wrinkles
+the soul.  Worry, doubt, self-distrust, fear and despair--these are the
+long, long years that bow the head and turn the growing spirit back to
+dust.
+
+	Whether seventy or sixteen, there is in every being’s heart a
+love of wonder; the sweet amazement at the stars and starlike things and
+thoughts; the undaunted challenge of events, the unfailing childlike
+appetite for what comes next, and the joy in the game of life.
+
+	You are as young as your faith, as old as your doubt; as young
+as your self-confidence, as old as your fear, as young as your hope, as
+old as your despair.
+
+	In the central place of your heart there is a wireless station.
+So long as it receives messages of beauty, hope, cheer, grandeur,
+courage, and power from the earth, from men and from the Infinite--so
+long are you young.  When the wires are all down and the central places
+of your heart are covered with the snows of pessimism and the ice of
+cynicism, then are you grown old, indeed!
+		-- Samuel Ullman, "Youth" (1934), as published in
+		   The Silver Treasury, Prose and Verse for Every Mood
 %
 " "
 		-- Charlie Chaplin



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