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It was there. The phrasing was perfect, with a scansion, rhyme, and reason that would carry the idea forward into the ages.
Then the wiki ate it.
The technology failed. The screen came back all-white, or the dreaded "could not find server" message popped up. You curse Gus, Janitor, Fast Eddie, Larry Roberts
 , and all ISP's, everywhere, and Seth, because somehow it must be Seth's fault. Cf. the dreaded Data Vampires.
You resolve to always work the thing up in an application that can be saved on your PC. Again. Because the last four times you swore to do that ... it wasn't as bad as this one. This time you're serious!
See also The Database Hates Me.
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