[Bug 234019] www/firefox: (and sibling ports, bsd.gecko.mk) RUST option is no longer meaningful

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Maria Backstrom <raterriegui at gmail.com> changed:

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--- Comment #3 from Maria Backstrom <raterriegui at gmail.com> ---

When one of them mentioned a minor administrative initiative he had made, he
paused so that Andrew could tell us how clever he was. Andrew did not get the
hint at all. If I did not know better I would have said he was a remarkably
stupid man https://bestpornwebsites.pro/category/big-ass-pictures-sites/ .

"That sounds wonderful what you've done, Mr. Brown," I chipped in. "I'm sure
Andrew appreciates it too." I surreptitiously poked Andrew in the side.

"Yes, though it does seem rather standard. I've been using the same system
myself in all my work," Andrew replied. Mr Brown, who had looked pleased and
smug when I praised him, lowered his head and frowned.

"We will let you know, Andrew," he said eventually. The three panellists shook
Andrew's hand, then mine, and soon we were outside the doors again.

"Why didn't you admire Mr Brown's achievement?" I demanded. "You must have
known he wanted you to."

Andrew looked at me blankly. "How was I supposed to know that? Anyway, what he
was doing wasn't that clever."

"That's not the point," I cried. "He wanted you to think he was." As I said
that, I had a realisation. One that sent a warm stream of happiness curling
through my body. Andrew was incapable of saying someone was clever when they
weren't. When Andrew had told me I was an acceptable student not a brilliant
one it was because exaggerated flattery was not in his nature, not because he
wasn't interested in me sexually. Maybe he still felt something towards me in
that direction.

I put my arm around Andrew and gave him a squeeze. His naivety had made him
less than perfect, but also more human, and more accessible to someone like me.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked.

"Well I would like to go somewhere with good vegetarian options. I looked up
some places on Google and there's a nice Turkish restaurant we can go to."

When Andrew had been explaining the environmental effects of animal production
in our class, and his own experiences as an animal activist, I was certainly
influenced by his arguments, as were a number of my classmates. Andrew was very
erudite in all matters except buttering up power, and he had made a very
convincing case for eschewing animal products.

I must admit with some shame I had not done much to follow up on what I had
learned. I had studied environmental science because I enjoyed the natural
outdoor life; camping and tramping trips with my mother and older sister were
the part of my childhood I looked back on with the most affection - but I did
not have what it took to be an environmental zealot.

When I first dropped out of tech I made a conscious effort to lower my
environmental footprint, but it all became too hard. So I went back to my old
habits. Taking my battered car on the two kilometre commute to work, and eating
McDonalds, Kentucky Fried, sausages, chops and other greasy fatty meat - the
only sort I could afford.

"Turkish would be fine," I said. My disappointment at missing out on the French
restaurant was more than compensated for by the prospect of spending an evening
with Andrew. Impulsively I slipped my arm around him again, then disengaged
hurriedly as I saw a familiar gangling figure cycling by.

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