The UNIX and the Echo.
They lived in New Jersey, UNIX, a beautiful maiden whom scientists sent far away to admire. Blinded by her purity, everyone sought to expose her, one for her virgin grace, another polished politeness, another because of her dexterity in completing difficult tasks that were rarely performed even on much richer lands. Such a huge heart and an abundance of nature was that UNIX accepted everything except the incorrigibly rich of her suitors. Soon, many children grew and flourished and spread to the ends of the earth.
Nature herself smiled and responded more readily to UNIX than to other mortal beings. The vague people, who knew little about court manners, delighted with their echoes, are so accurate and crystal clear that they hardly believe that they can be answered by the same stones and forests that distorted their cries in the desert. And the corresponding UNiX owes an excellent echo of what was ever asked. When an impatient Swine asked UNIX, “Echo nothing,” UNIX kindly opened his mouth, repeated nothing, and closed it again.
“Whatever you say,” the young man demanded, “so opening your mouth? From now on, never open your mouth when you must not repeat anything! And UNIX is obliged.”
“But I want a great job, even when you don't say anything,” the sensitive young man pleaded, “and no echo can come from a closed mouth.” Not wanting to offend any, UNIX agreed to say different words for impatient youth and sensitive youth. She called nothing insensitive '\ n.'
But now, when she said "\ n", she really didn’t say anything, so she had to open her mouth twice, say "\ n" once and say nothing once, and therefore she didn’t like the sensitive youth who immediately said: “It sounds completely unimportant to me, but the second one is falling apart. I want you to take one of them. Therefore, UNiX, which could not be offended, agreed to cancel some echoes and called it“ \ c. ”Now sensitive youth could hear the perfect echo nothing by asking "\ n" and "\ c" together.
But they say that he died from an overflow of notes before he ever heard him.
- Doug McIlroy