Re: Remove does not work - not a dash P issue

[Derek R. Price]

"Fisher, Shane" wrote:

> Worked like a champ; thanks!
>
> I was following the Cederqvist manual for CVS 1.9, p.51, where it says to
> remove the module (via "rm" or a similar command) before running the "cvs
> remove" command.  I guess my copy of the manual is just out of date.  Is
> there a more recent one around?

    http://cvshome.org/

There should be links to PS, PDF, and an online HTML manual.

Derek
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The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
Or to take arms against a sea of troubles
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No more - and by a sleep to say we end
The heartache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to.  'Tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wished.  To die, to sleep -
To sleep - perchance to dream.  Ay, there's the rub.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil
Must give us pause.  There's the respect
That makes calamity of so long life.
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Th' oppressor's wrong, the proud man's contumely,
The pangs of despised love, the law's delay,
The insolence of office, and the spurns
That patient merit of the unworthy takes,
When he himself might his quietus make
With a bare bodkin?  Who would fardels bear,
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The undiscovered country, from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will,
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Than fly to others we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all;
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Is sicklied o'er with the pale cast of thought,
And enterprises of great pitch and moment
With this regard their currents turn awry
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The fair Ophelia! - Nymph, in thy orisons
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