But soft! What light through yonder assembly line breaks?
It is the East, and OLPC is the sun!
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious Intel moon
Who is already sick and pale with overclocked grief
That thou her maid art far more fair than she.
Be not her sales maid, since she is envious.
Her vestal livery is but slick and white,
And none but fools do Windows. Cast it off.
It is Linux! O, it is my love!
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