elk02:~/CS3343> ~wagner/bin/cs3343r20 < rec20.1.txt # submitting recitation # this is the reply from my program CS 3343, Analysis of Algorithms, Spring 2012 Processing Recitation Number 20 Submission Date/Time: Wed Jan 4 16:29:33 2012 Full Credit Date/Time: Mon Jan 2 23:59:59 2012 Part Credit Date/Time: Tue Jan 3 23:59:59 2012 Received and archived, but for NO CREDIT 898 bytes and 14 lines received. The received file has been emailed to you for confirmation. elk02:~/CS3343> mailx # read mail (old-fashioned mail utility) Heirloom mailx version 12.4pre 6/29/08. Type ? for help. "/var/mail/nwagner": 3 messages 1 new 3 unread U 1 Ned Wagner St Tue Jan 3 21:09 35/1329 U 2 Ned Wagner St Wed Jan 4 07:38 40/1719 >N 3 Ned Wagner St Wed Jan 4 16:29 44/2142 ? 3 # message number 1, the email my program sent you Message 3: From nwagner@cs.utsa.edu Wed Jan 4 16:29:34 2012 Return-Path: <nwagner@cs.utsa.edu> X-Original-To: nwagner@cs.utsa.edu Delivered-To: nwagner@cs.utsa.edu From: "Ned Wagner Student Account" <nwagner@cs.utsa.edu> Date: Wed, 04 Jan 2012 16:29:33 -0600 To: nwagner@cs.utsa.edu User-Agent: Heirloom mailx 12.4pre 6/29/08 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Status: R Submitted by: nwagner@cs.utsa.edu Course: CS 3343, Spring 2012, Recitation 20 Time Received: Wed Jan 4 16:29:33 2012 Credit: NONE What you have made me see is as plain as the sky, but I never saw it before. Yet it has happened every day. One goes into the forest to pick food and already the thought of one fruit rather than another has grown up in one's mind. Then, it may be, one finds a different fruit and not the fruit one thought of. One joy was expected and another is given. But this I had never noticed before -- that the very moment of the finding there is in the mind a kind of thrusting back, or setting aside. The picture of the fruit you have _not_ found is still, for a moment, before you. And if you wished -- if it were possible to wish -- you could keep it there. You could send your soul after the good you had expected, instead of turning it to the good you had got. You could refuse the real good; you could make the real fruit taste insipid by thinking of the other. -- C.S. Lewis, Perelandra, 1944 ? exit