'Now reader,' said fravia+, 'look upon the programming reality! Breathe
the free air again!'
From the porch upon the top of the high site they could see beyond
the stream the green fields of assembly fading into distant grey.
Curtains of wind-blown rain were slanting down. The sky above and to the west
was still dark with thunder, and lightning far away flicklered among the tops of
hidden hills. But the wind had shifted to the north, and already the storm that
had come out of the East was receding, rolling away southward to the sea. Suddendly through a rent
in the clouds behind them a shaft of sun stabbed down. the falling showers gleamed like silver,
and far away the river glittered like a shimmering glass. 'It is not so dark here,' said the reader. 'No,' said fravia+. 'Nor does the windows OS lie so heavily on your shoulders as some would have you think. Cast aside your "visual" frills!' From the reader's hand the heavy M$-books fell clattering on the stones. He drew himself up, slowly, as a man that is stiff from long bending over some dull toil. Now tall and straight he stood, and his eyes were blue as he looked into the opening sky. 'Dark have been my dreams of late,' he said, 'but I feel as one new-awakened. I would now that you had come before, fravia+. For I fear that already you have come too late, only to see the last days of real programming. Not long now shall stand the high hall which the great assembly wizards of the past built. OOP shall devour the high sites. What is to be done?' 'Much,' said fravia+... |
<--- from fravia's own "crackers' posters" collection... |
~ The collectors' sector grew more frenzied in the run up after the appearence of a rare exemplar of fravia's famous "cabezon" (main cover), composed in march 1997 by the Web-author himself. The lovely masterpiece, reproduced on the left, has been sold for $ 3.6 billions to Sotheby, a venerable British auctioneer. The immediate and expressive approach, coupled with fantasy, inventiveness and wealth of culture is an integral part of the spirit of those times. |