DMR is my shepherd; I shall not want He maketh me to write code sans disasters: He leadeth me around the null pointers. He restoreth my tapes: he leadeth me In the paths of UNIX for its name's sake. Yea, though I walk through the valley Of the shadow of Wintel, I will fear no evil: The Source is with me; my root password and group staff They comfort me. He prepareth a server before me in defiance of Slick Willy Gates: He protecteth my filesystems from Usenet; My Sun runneth faster. Surely network and printer shall work for me All the days of my life: and I will dwell With my data intact for ever.