+=encoding utf8
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=head1 NAME
perlepigraphs - list of Perl release epigraphs
=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=head2 v5.20.1 - Lorenzo da Ponte, Così fan tutte
+
+L<Announced on 2014-09-14 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/09/msg219789.html>
+
+ DORABELLA (as if waking from a daze): Where are they?
+ DON ALFONSO: They've gone.
+ FIORDILIGI: Oh, the cruel bitterness of parting!
+
+ DON ALFONSO:
+ Take heart, my dearest children.
+ Look, in the distance, your lovers are waving to you.
+
+ FIORDILIGI: Bon voyage, my darling!
+ DORABELLA: Bon voyage!
+
+ FIORDILIGI:
+ O heavens! How swiftly the ship is sailing away!
+ It is disappearing already!
+ It is no longer in sight!
+ Oh, may heaven grant it a prosperous voyage!
+
+ DORABELLA: May good luck attend it to the battlefield!
+ DON ALFONSO: And may your sweethearts and my friends be safe!
+
+ FIORDILIGI, DORABELLA, DON ALFONSO:
+ May the wind be gentle,
+ may the sea be calm,
+ and may the elements
+ respond kindly
+ to our wishes.
+
+ -- Lorenzo da Ponte, /Così fan tutte/,
+ trans. Diana Reed
+
+=head2 v5.20.1-RC2 - Lorenzo da Ponte, Così fan tutte
+
+L<Announced on 2014-09-07 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/09/msg219446.html>
+
+ GUGLIELMO:
+ Oh God, I feel that this foot of mine
+ is reluctant to come before her.
+
+ FERRANDO:
+ My trembling lip
+ can utter no word.
+
+ DON ALFONSO:
+ The hero displays his manliness
+ in the most terrible moments.
+
+ FIORDILIGI, DORABELLA:
+ Now that we have heard the news,
+ you have the lesser duty:
+ Take heart, and plunge your swords
+ into both our hearts.
+
+ FERRANDO, GUGLIELMO:
+ My idol, blame fate
+ that I must abandon you.
+
+ DORABELLA: Ah no, you shall not leave...
+ FIORDILIGI: No, cruel one, you shall not go...
+ DORABELLA: First I want to tear out my heart.
+ FIORDILIGI: First I want to die at your feet.
+ FERRANDO (softly to Don Alfonso): What do you say to that?
+ GUGLIELMO (softly to Don Alfonso): You realise?
+ DON ALFONSO (softly): Steady, friend, finem lauda.
+
+ ALL:
+ Thus destiny defrauds
+ the hopes of mortals.
+ Ah, among so many misfortunes,
+ who can ever love life?
+
+ -- Lorenzo da Ponte, /Così fan tutte/,
+ trans. William Weaver
+
+=head2 v5.20.1-RC1 - Lorenzo da Ponte, Così fan tutte
+
+L<Announced on 2014-08-25 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/08/msg218975.html>
+
+ DON ALFONSO:
+ I'd like to speak, but I haven't the heart:
+ my lip stammers.
+ My voice cannot emerge,
+ but remains in my throat.
+ What will you do? What shall I do?
+ Oh what a great catastrophe!
+ There can be nothing worse.
+ I feel pity for you and for them.
+
+ FIORDILIGI: Heavens! For mercy's sake, Signor Alfonso, don't make us
+ die.
+ DON ALFONSO: My children, you must arm yourselves with constancy.
+ DORABELLA: Ye Gods! What evil has occurred? What horrible event? Is my
+ love dead, perhaps?
+ FIORDILIGI: Is mine dead?
+ DON ALFONSO: They are not dead, but they are not far from it.
+ DORABELLA: Wounded?
+ DON ALFONSO: No.
+ FIORDILIGI: Ill?
+ DON ALFONSO: Nor that.
+ FIORDILIGI: What, then?
+ DON ALFONSO: A royal command summons them to the field of battle.
+ FIORDILIGI, DORABELLA: Alas, what do I hear? And they will leave?
+ DON ALFONSO: Immediately.
+ DORABELLA: And there is no way of preventing it?
+ DON ALFONSO: There is none.
+ FIORDILIGI: And not even a single farewell...
+ DON ALFONSO: The unhappy men haven't the courage to see you; but if
+ you wish it, they are ready...
+ DORABELLA: Where are they?
+ DON ALFONSO: Come in, friends.
+
+ -- Lorenzo da Ponte, /Così fan tutte/,
+ trans. William Weaver
+
+=head2 v5.21.3 - Robert Service, The Men that Don't Fit In
+
+L<Announced on 2014-08-20 by Peter Martini|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/08/msg218826.html>
+
+ If they just went straight they might go far,
+ They are strong and brave and true;
+ But they're always tired of the things that are,
+ And they want the strange and new.
+ They say: "Could I find my proper groove,
+ What a deep mark I would make!"
+ So they chop and change, and each fresh move
+ Is only a fresh mistake.
+
+=head2 v5.21.2 - Neil Armstrong, Buzz Aldrin, Charlie Duke, Final minutes of communication of the first manned moon landing, July 20, 1969.
+
+L<Announced on 2014-07-20 by Abigail|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/07/msg217937.html>
+
+ Armstrong: Okay. Here's a...Looks like a good area here.
+ Aldrin: I got the shadow out there.
+ Aldrin: 250, down at 2 1/2, 19 forward.
+ Aldrin: Altitude, velocity lights.
+ Aldrin: 3 1/2 down, 220 feet, 13 forward.
+ Aldrin: 11 forward. Coming down nicely.
+ Armstrong: Gonna be right over that crater.
+ Aldrin: 200 feet, 4 1/2 down.
+ Aldrin: 5 1/2 down.
+ Armstrong: I got a good spot [garbled].
+ Aldrin: 160 feet, 6 1/2 down.
+ Aldrin: 5 1/2 down, 9 forward. You're looking good.
+ Aldrin: 120 feet.
+ Aldrin: 100 feet, 3 1/2 down, 9 forward. Five percent. Quantity light.
+ Aldrin: Okay. 75 feet. And it's looking good. Down a half, 6 forward.
+ Duke: 60 seconds.
+ Aldrin: Light's on.
+ Aldrin: 60 feet, down 2 1/2. 2 forward. 2 forward. That's good.
+ Aldrin: 40 feet, down 2 1/2. Picking up some dust.
+ Aldrin: 30 feet, 2 1/2 down. [Garbled] shadow.
+ Aldrin: 4 forward. 4 forward. Drifting to the right a little. 20 feet,
+ down a half.
+ Duke: 30 seconds.
+ Aldrin: Drifting forward just a little bit; that's good.
+ Aldrin: Contact Light.
+ Armstrong: Shutdown.
+ Aldrin: Okay. Engine Stop.
+ Aldrin: ACA out of Detent.
+ Armstrong: Out of Detent. Auto.
+ Aldrin: Mode Control, both Auto. Descent Engine Command Override, Off.
+ Engine Arm, Off. 413 is in.
+ Duke: We copy you down, Eagle.
+ Armstrong: Engine arm is off.
+ Armstrong: Houston, Tranquility Base here. The Eagle has landed.
+ Duke: Roger, Twan...[correcting himself] Tranquility. We copy you on
+ the ground. You got a bunch of guys about to turn blue.
+ We're breathing again. Thanks a lot.
+ Aldrin: Thank you.
+
+=head2 v5.21.1 - Robert Jordan, The Crossroads of Twilights, Book 10 of the Wheel of Time
+
+L<Announced on 2014-06-20 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/06/msg217030.html>
+
+ We rode on the winds of the rising storm,
+ We ran to the sounds of the thunder.
+ We danced among the lightning bolts,
+ and tore the world asunder.
+
+ -- Anonymous fragment of a poem believed
+ written near the end of the previous Age,
+ known by some as the Third Age.
+ Sometimes attributed to the Dragon
+ Reborn.
+
+=head2 v5.21.0 - Friedrich von Schiller, The Song of the Bell
+
+L<Announced on 2014-05-27 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/05/msg215826.html>
+
+ Walled in fast within the earth
+ Stands the form burnt out of clay.
+ This must be the bell’s great birth!
+ Fellows, lend a hand to-day.
+ Sweat must trickle now
+ From the burning brow,
+ Till the work its master honour.
+ Blessing comes from Heaven’s Donor.
+
+=head2 v5.20.0 - William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
+
+L<Announced on 2014-05-27 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/05/msg215815.html>
+
+ But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
+ Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow'st;
+ Nor shall Death brag thou wander'st in his shade,
+ When in eternal lines to time thou grow'st:
+ So long as men can breathe or eyes can see,
+ So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
+
+ -- William Shakespeare, Sonnet 18
+
+=head2 v5.20.0-RC1 - Lindsey Buckingham, "Second Hand News"
+
+L<Announced on 2014-05-17 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/05/msg215479.html>
+
+ When times go bad
+ when times go rough
+ Won't you lay me down in tall grass
+ And let me do my stuff
+
+ -- Lindsey Buckingham, "Second Hand News"
+
+=head2 v5.19.11 - Lautréamont, Les Chants de Maldoror
+
+L<Announced on 2014-04-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/04/msg214580.html>
+
+O rigorous mathematics, I have not forgotten you since your wise lessons,
+sweeter than honey, filtered into my heart like a refreshing wave.
+Instinctively, from the cradle, I had longed to drink from your source, older
+than the sun, and I continue to tread the sacred sanctuary of your solemn
+temple, I, the most faithful of your devotees. There was a vagueness in my
+mind, something thick as smoke; but I managed to mount the steps which lead to
+your altar, and you drove away this dark veil, as the wind blows the
+draught-board. You replaced it with excessive coldness, consummate prudence and
+implacable logic. With the aid of your fortifying milk, my intellect developed
+rapidly and took on immense proportions amid the ravishing lucidity which you
+bestow as a gift on all those who sincerely love you. Arithmetic! Algebra!
+Geometry! Awe-inspiring trinity! Luminous triangle! He who has not known you
+is a fool!
+
+ -- Isidore-Lucien Ducasse [as "Comte de Lautréamont"],
+ /Les Chants de Maldoror/, trans. Paul Knight
+
+=head2 v5.19.10 - John Chadwick, The Decipherment of Linear B
+
+L<Announced on 2014-03-20 by Aaron Crane|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/03/msg213851.html>
+
+The urge to discover secrets is deeply ingrained in human nature; even
+the least curious mind is roused by the promise of sharing knowledge
+withheld from others. Some are fortunate enough to find a job which
+consists in the solution of mysteries, whether it be the physicist who
+tracks down a hitherto unknown nuclear particle or the policeman who
+detects a criminal. But most of us are driven to sublimate this urge
+by the solving of artificial puzzles devised for our entertainment.
+
+=head2 v5.19.9 - R. A. MacAvoy, Tea with the Black Dragon
+
+L<Announced on 2014-02-20 by Tony Cook|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/02/msg213047.html>
+
+Old hands. The smell of rain--the smell of Ch'an. Quiet words in
+rough Cantonese. "I am not to be your master. Your master has to be
+stronger than you are--has to tell you you are a fool and make you
+know it. And make you feel content in being a fool. How could I do
+that for you? I'm old. You are too strong for me; you are full of
+chi." The old man has paused then, huddled against the wind while
+clouds thickened above them.
+
+"I will tell you this, Long," he continued, "Before you find yourself
+you will lose your chi. Also you will leave behind you all pride of
+body, pride of mind. You will be reduced. Like me." The old man
+closed his eyes, and rain began to beat against his gray, crew-cut
+hair. He pulled his coat closer. Suddenly his eyes snapped open and
+he looked Long in the face.
+
+"You must leave China. Go across the ocean. There you will meet your
+master." He set down his teacup with a palsied hand. His voice rose,
+grew fierce.
+
+"I tell you this, most honored and impressive visitor. You are a
+fool, yes, but you will find the very thing you seek. You will find
+truth!"
+
+=head2 v5.19.8 - Joseph Heller, Catch-22
+
+L<Announced on 2014-01-20 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/01/msg211729.html>
+
+“I used to get a big kick out of saving people’s lives. Now I wonder what the
+hell’s the point, since they all have to die anyway.”
+
+“Oh, there’s a point, all right,” Dunbar assured him.
+
+“Is there? What is the point?”
+
+“The point is to keep them from dying for as long as you can.”
+
+“Yeah, but what’s the point, since they all have to die anyway?”
+
+“The trick is not to think about that.”
+
+“Never mind the trick. What the hell’s the point?”
+
+Dunbar pondered in silence for a few moments. “Who the hell knows?”
+
+=head2 v5.19.7 - Kurt Vonnegut, "Slaughterhouse-Five"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-12-20 by Abigail|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/12/msg210882.html>
+
+=over
+
+ And somewhere in there was springtime. The corpse mines were closed
+ down. The soldiers all left to fight the Russians. In the suburbs,
+ the women and children dug rifle pits. Billy and the rest of his group
+ were locked up in the stable in the suburbs. And then, one morning,
+ they got up to discover that the door was unlocked. World War Two in
+ Europe was over.
+
+ Billy and the rest wandered out onto the shady street. The trees were
+ leafing out. There was nothing going on out there, no traffic of any
+ kind. There was only one vehicle, an abandoned wagon drawn by two
+ horses. The wagon was green and coffin-shaped.
+
+ Birds were talking.
+
+ One bird said to Billy Pilgrim, "Pee-tee-weet?"
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.6 - Monty Python's Flying Circus, "Spam"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-11-20 by Chris 'BinGOs' Williams|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/11/msg210043.html>
+
+=over
+
+ Interior: cheap cafe. All the customers are Vikings. Mr and Mrs Bun enter downwards (on wires).
+
+ Mr. Bun: Morning.
+ Waitress: Morning.
+ Mr. Bun: What have you got, then?
+ Waitress: Well there's egg and bacon; egg, sausage and bacon; egg and spam; egg, bacon and spam;
+ egg, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, bacon, sausage and spam; spam, egg, spam, spam, bacon and spam;
+ spam, spam, spam, egg and spam; spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, spam, baked beans, spam, spam, spam and spam;
+ or lobster thermidor aux crevettes, with a mornay sauce garnished with truffle pate, brandy and a fried
+ egg on top and spam
+ Mrs. Bun: Have you got anything without spam in it?
+ Waitress: Well, there's spam, egg, sausage and spam. That's not got MUCH spam in it.
+ Mrs. Bun: I don't want ANY spam.
+ Mr. Bun: Why can't she have egg, bacon, spam and sausage?
+ Mrs. Bun: That's got spam in it!
+ Mr. Bun: Not as much as spam, egg, sausage and spam.
+ Mrs. Bun: Look, could I have egg, bacon, spam and sausage, without the spam.
+ Waitress: Uuuuuuggggh!
+ Mrs. Bun: What d'you mean, uugggh! I don't like spam.
+ Vikings: (singing) Spam, spam, spam, spam, spam ... spam, spam, spam, spam ... lovely spam, wonderful spam ...
+
+ (Brief shot of a Viking ship)
+
+ Waitress: Shut up. Shut up! Shut up! You can't have egg, bacon, spam and sausage without the spam.
+ Mrs. Bun: Why not?
+ Waitress: No, it wouldn't be egg, bacon, spam and sausage, would it?
+ Mrs. Bun: I don't like spam!
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.5 - Charles Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil", 51. The Cat
+
+L<Announced on 2013-10-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/10/msg208752.html>
+
+=over
+
+ I
+
+ A cat is strolling through my mind
+ Acting as though he owned the place,
+ A lovely cat -- strong, charming, sweet.
+ When he meows, one scarcely hears,
+
+ So tender and discreet his tone;
+ But whether he should growl or purr
+ His voice is always rich and deep.
+ That is the secret of his charm.
+
+ This purling voice that filters down
+ Into my darkest depths of soul
+ Fulfils me like a balanced verse,
+ Delights me as a potion would.
+
+ It puts to sleep the cruellest ills
+ And keeps a rein on ecstasies --
+ Without the need for any words
+ It can pronounce the longest phrase.
+
+ Oh no, there is no bow that draws
+ Across my heart, fine instrument,
+ And makes to sing so royally
+ The strongest and the purest chord,
+
+ More than your voice, mysterious cat,
+ Exotic cat, seraphic cat,
+ In whom all is, angelically,
+ As subtle as harmonious.
+
+ II
+
+ From his soft fur, golden and brown,
+ Goes out so sweet a scent, one night
+ I might have been embalmed in it
+ By giving him one little pet.
+
+ He is my household's guardian soul;
+ He judges, he presides, inspires
+ All matters in hos royal realm;
+ Might he be fairy? or a god?
+
+ When my eyes, to this cat I love
+ Drawn as by a magnet's force,
+ Turn tamely back from that appeal,
+ And when I look within myself,
+
+ I notice with astonishment
+ The fire of his opal eyes,
+ Clear beacons glowing, living jewels,
+ Taking my measure, steadily.
+
+ -- Charles Baudelaire, /The Flowers of Evil, 51. The Cat/,
+ trans. James McGowan
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.4 - Washington Irving, "The Widow and Her Son"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-09-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/09/msg207969.html>
+
+=over
+
+There is something in sickness that breaks down the pride of manhood;
+that softens the heart and brings it back to the feelings of infancy.
+Who that has languished, even in advanced life, in sickness and
+despondency — who that has pined on a weary bed in the neglect and
+loneliness of a foreign land — but has thought on the mother "that
+looked on his childhood," that smoothed his pillow and administered to
+his helplessness. — Oh! there is an enduring tenderness in the love
+of a mother to her son that transcends all other affections of the
+heart. It is neither to be chilled by selfishness — nor daunted by
+danger — nor weakened by worthlessness — nor stifled by ingratitude.
+She will sacrifice every comfort to his convenience — she will
+surrender every pleasure to his enjoyment — she will glory in his fame
+and exult in his prosperity. And if misfortune overtake him he will
+be the dearer to her from misfortune — and if disgrace settle upon his
+name, she will still love and cherish him in spite of his disgrace —
+and if all the world beside cast him off, she will be all the world to
+him.
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.3 - Andrew Hodges, "Alan Turing: The Enigma"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-08-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/08/msg206318.html>
+
+=over
+
+E.M. Forster, outdoing the King's heresy with grand bravura, had
+written in 1938 that if he were faced with the choice between
+betraying his country and betraying his friends, he hoped he would
+have the courage to betray his country. He would always put the
+personal above the political. But for Alan Turing, unlike Forster, or
+Wittgenstein, or G.H. Hardy, it was more than a theoretical question.
+For him not only had the personal become the political, but the
+political was the personal. He had chosen and promised for himself in
+working for the government. The choice for him therefore was that
+between betraying one part of himself and betraying another part. And
+however much he wavered between these alternatives, there was a solid
+logic to the mind of security, one that could not be expected to take
+an interest in notions of freedom and development. He had no rights
+to such things, as he would have had to admit. He might have
+outwitted the Home Guard, but when it came to questions that mattered,
+there was no doubt that he had placed himself under military law.
+There was a war on; there was always a war on now.
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.2 - Fred Brooks, "The Mythical Man-Month"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-07-22 by Aristotle Pagaltzis|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/07/msg204905.html>
+
+=over
+
+The magic of myth and legend has come true in our time. One types the
+correct incantation on a keyboard, and a display screen comes to life,
+showing things that never were nor could be. [...] Not all is delight,
+however [...] One must perform perfectly. The computer resembles the
+magic of legend in this respect, too. If one character, one pause, of
+the incantation is not strictly in proper form, the magic doesn't work.
+
+=back
+
+=head2 v5.19.1 - William Shakespeare, "A Midsummer Night's Dream"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-06-21 by David Golden|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/06/msg203449.html>
+
+ Over hill, over dale,
+ Thorough bush, thorough briar,
+ Over park, over pale,
+ Thorough flood, thorough fire,
+ I do wander everywhere,
+ Swifter than the moon's sphere;
+ And I serve the fairy queen,
+ To dew her orbs upon the green.
+ The cowslips tall her pensioners be;
+ In their gold coats, spots you see;
+ Those be rubies, fairy favours,
+ In their freckles live our savours.
+ I must go seek some dew-drops here,
+ And hang a perl in every cowslip's ear.
+ Farewell, thou lob of spirits, I'll be gone;
+ My queen and all her elves come here anon!
+
+=head2 v5.19.0 - Batman, of the Joker, in "The Dark Knight Returns"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-05-20 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201980.html>
+
+ From the beginning, I knew…
+ …that there was nothing wrong with you…
+ …that I can't fix…
+ …with my hands…
+
+=head2 v5.18.2 - Miss Manners
+
+L<Announced on 2014-01-06 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2014/01/msg211224.html>
+
+One of the major mistakes people make is that they think manners are
+only the expression of happy ideas. There's a whole range of behavior
+that can be expressed in a mannerly way. That's what civilization is all
+about – doing it in a mannerly and not an antagonistic way. One of the
+places we went wrong was the naturalistic Rousseauean movement of the
+Sixties in which people said, "Why can't you just say what's on your
+mind?" In civilization there have to be some restraints. If we followed
+every impulse, we'd be killing one another.
+
+=head2 v5.18.1 - Chuck Moore
+
+L<Announced on 2013-08-12 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/08/msg205897.html>
+
+The operating system is another concept that is curious. Operating
+systems are dauntingly complex and totally unnecessary. It’s a brilliant
+thing that Bill Gates has done in selling the world on the notion of
+operating systems. It’s probably the greatest con game the world has
+ever seen.
+
+An operating system does absolutely nothing for you. As long as you had
+something — a subroutine called disk driver, a subroutine called some
+kind of communication support, in the modern world, it doesn’t do
+anything else. In fact, Windows spends a lot of time with overlays and
+disk management all stuff like that which are irrelevant. You’ve got
+gigabyte disks; you’ve got megabyte RAMs. The world has changed in a way
+that renders the operating system unnecessary.
+
+=head2 v5.18.1-RC1 - Chuck Moore
+
+L<Announced on 2013-08-02 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/08/msg205445.html>
+
+Compilers are probably the worst code ever written. They are written by
+someone who has never written a compiler before and will never do so
+again. The more elaborate the language, the more complex, bug-ridden,
+and unusable is the compiler. But a simple compiler for a simple
+language is an essential tool—if only for documentation.
+
+=head2 v5.18.0 - Yevgeny Zamyatin
+
+L<Announced on 2013-05-18 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201940.html>
+
+It is an error to divide people into the living and the dead: there are people
+who are dead-alive, and people who are alive-alive. The dead-alive also write,
+walk, speak, act. But they make no mistakes; only machines make no mistakes,
+and they produce only dead things. The alive-alive are constantly in error, in
+search, in questions, in torment.
+
+=head2 v5.18.0-RC4 - Joseph Heller, Catch-22
+
+L<Announced on 2013-04-16 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201889.html>
+
+Clevinger was dead. That was the basic flaw in his philosophy.
+
+=head2 v5.18.0-RC3 - Tom Waits, "The Ocean Doesn't Want Me"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-04-14 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201823.html>
+
+ I'd love to go drowning
+ And to stay and to stay
+ But the ocean doesn't want me today
+ I'll go in up to here
+ It can't possibly hurt
+ All they will find is my beer
+ And my shirt
+
+=head2 v5.18.0-RC2 - Tom Waits, "Earth Died Screaming"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-05-12 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201723.html>
+
+ And the great day of wrath has come
+ And here's mud in your big red eye
+ The poker's in the fire
+ And the locusts take the sky
+ And the earth died screaming
+ While I lay dreaming of you
+
+=head2 v5.18.0-RC1 - Tom Waits, "What's He Building in There?"
+
+L<Announced on 2013-05-11 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/05/msg201651.html>
+
+ What's he building in there?
+
+ We have a right to know…
+
+=head2 v5.17.11 - Nigel Tufnel, This is Spın̈al Tap
+
+L<Announced on 2013-04-20 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/04/msg201056.html>
+
+It's very special because, if you can see, the numbers all go to…
+eleven! Look, right across the board: eleven, eleven, eleven, eleven!
+
+=head2 v5.17.10 - Vernor Vinge, A Fire Upon The Deep
+
+L<Announced on 2013-03-22 by Max Maischein|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2013-03/msg00908.html>
+
+The archive informed the automation. Data structures were built, recipes
+followed. A local network was built, faster than anything on Straum, but surely
+safe. Nodes were added, modified by other recipes. The archive was a friendly
+place, with hierarchies of translation keys that led them along. Straum itself
+would be famous for this.
+
+Six months passed. A year.
+
+The omniscient view. Not self-aware really. Self-awareness is much over-rated.
+Most automation works far better as a part of a whole, and even if human-
+powerful, it does not need to self-know.
+
+=head2 v5.16.3 - Devo, Freedom of Choice
+
+L<Announced on 2013-03-11 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2013-03/msg00414.html>
+
+ A victim of collision on the open sea
+ Nobody ever said that life was free
+ Sink, swim, go down with the ship
+ But use your freedom of choice
+
+=head2 v5.14.4 - Arthur C. Clarke, The Nine Billion Names of God
+
+L<Announced on 2013-03-11 by Dave Mitchell|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2013-03/msg00393.html>
+
+He began to sing, but gave it up after a while. This vast arena of
+mountains, gleaming like whitely hooded ghosts on every side, did not
+encourage such ebullience. Presently George glanced at his watch.
+
+'Should be there in an hour,' he called back over his shoulder to
+Chuck. Then he added, in an afterthought: 'Wonder if the computer's
+finished its run. It was due about now.'
+
+Chuck didn't reply, so George swung round in his saddle. He could just
+see Chuck's face, a white oval turned towards the sky.
+
+'Look,' whispered Chuck, and George lifted his eyes to heaven. (There
+is always a last time for everything.)
+
+Overhead, without any fuss, the stars were going out.
+
+
+=head2 v5.17.9 - Douglas Adams, The Hitch-Hikers Guide to the Galaxy
+
+L<Announced on 2013-02-20 by Chris 'BinGOs' Williams|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2013-02/msg01146.html>
+
+Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe.
+The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a
+recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of
+his poem 'Ode To A Small Lump of Green Putty I Found In My
+Armpit One Midsummer Morning' four of his audience died
+of internal haemorrhaging and the president of the
+Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived by gnawing one
+of his own legs off. Grunthos is reported to have been
+'disappointed' by the poem's reception, and was about to
+embark on a reading of his twelve-book epic entitled
+'My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles' when his own major intestine,
+in a desperate attempt to save life and civilisation,
+leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain.
+
+The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator
+Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Greenbridge, Essex, England,
+in the destruction of the planet Earth.
+
+=head2 v5.17.8 - Iain Pears, An Instance of the Fingerpost
+
+L<Announced on 2013-01-20 by Aaron Crane|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2013-01/msg00518.html>
+
+I must here declare myself as someone who does not for a moment subscribe to
+the general view that a willingness to perform oneself is detrimental to the
+dignity of experimental philosophy. There is, after all, a clear distinction
+between labour carried out for financial reward, and that done for the
+improvement of mankind: to put it another way, Lower as a philosopher was
+fully my equal even if he fell away when he became the practising physician.
+I think ridiculous of certain professors of anatomy, who find it beneath
+them to pick up the knife themselves, but merely comment while hired hands
+do the cutting. Sylvius would never have dreamt of sitting on a dais reading
+from an authority while others cut — when he taught, the knife was
+in his hand and the blood spattered his coat. Boyle also did not scruple to
+perform his own experiments and, on one occasion in my presence, even showed
+himself willing to anatomise a rat with his very own hands. Nor was he less
+a gentleman when he had finished. Indeed, in my opinion, his stature was all
+the greater, for in Boyle wealth, humility and curiosity mingled, and the
+world is richer for it.
+
+=head2 v5.17.7 - R. Scott Bakker, The Darkness That Comes Before
+
+L<Announced on 2012-12-18 by Dave Rolsky|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-12/msg00679.html>
+
+No thought.
+ The boy extinguished. Only a place.
+ This place.
+ Motionless, the Pragma sat facing him, the bare soles of his feet flat against each other, his dark frock scored by the shadows of deep folds, his eyes as empty as the child they watched.
+ A place without breath or sound. A place of sight alone. A place without before or after . . . almost.
+ For the first lances of sunlight careered over the glacier, as ponderous as great tree limbs in the wind. Shadows hardened and light gleamed across the Pragma’s ancient skull.
+ The old man’s left hand forsook his right sleeve, bearing a watery knife. And like a rope in water, his arm pitched outward, fingertips trailing across the blade as the knife swung languidly into the air, the sun skating and the dark shrine plunging across its mirror back . . .
+ And the place where Kellhus had once existed extended an open hand—the blond hairs like luminous filaments against tanned skin—and grasped the knife from stunned space.
+ The slap of pommel against palm triggered the collapse of place into little boy. The pale stench of his body. Breath, sound, and lurching thoughts.
+ I have been legion . . .
+ In his periphery, he could see the spike of the sun ease from the mountain. He felt drunk with exhaustion. In the recoil of his trance, it seemed all he could hear were the twigs arching and bobbing in the wind, pulled by leaves like a million sails no bigger than his hand. Cause everywhere, but amid countless minute happenings—diffuse, useless.
+ Now I understand.
+
+=head2 v5.17.6 - Kurt Vonnegut, The Sirens of Titan
+
+L<Announced on 2012-11-20 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-11/msg00760.html>
+
+Beatrice, looking like a gypsy queen, smoldered at the foot of a statue
+of a young physical student. At first glance, the laboratory-gowned
+scientist seemed to be a perfect servant of nothing but truth. At first
+glance, one was convinced that nothing but truth could please him as he
+beamed at his test tube. At first glance, one thought that he was as
+much above the beastly concerns of mankind as the harmoniums in the
+caves of Mercury. There, at first glance, was a young man without
+vanity, without lust — and one accepted at its face value the title Salo
+had engraved on the statue, "Discovery of Atomic Power."
+
+=head2 v5.12.5 - William Shakespeare, Measure for Measure
+
+Announced on 2012-11-10 by Dominic Hargreaves
+
+ Music oft hath such a charm
+ To make bad good, and good provoke to harm.
+
+=head2 v5.16.2 - Stanislaw Lem, The Cyberiad, Trurl's Machine
+
+L<Announced on 2012-11-01 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-11/msg00017.html>
+
+Once upon a time Trurl the constructor built an eight-story thinking
+machine. When it was finished, he gave it a coat of white paint,
+trimmed the edges in lavender, stepped back, squinted, then added a
+little curlicue on the front and, where one might imagine the forehead
+to be, a few pale orange polkadots. Extremely pleased with himself,
+he whistled an air and, as is always done on such occasions, asked it
+the ritual question of how much is two plus two.
+
+The machine stirred. Its tubes began to glow, its coils warmed up,
+current coursed through all its circuits like a waterfall,
+transformers hummed and throbbed, there was a clanging, and a
+chugging, and such an ungodly racket that Trurl began to think of
+adding a special mentation muffler. Meanwhile the machine labored on,
+as if it had been given the most difficult problem in the Universe to
+solve; the ground shook, the sand slid underfoot from the vibration,
+valves popped like champagne corks, the relays nearly gave way under
+the strain. At last, when Trurl had grown extremely impatient, the
+machine ground to a halt and said in a voice like thunder: SEVEN!
+
+=head2 v5.17.5 - Charles Stross, "Singularity Sky"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-10-20 by Florian Ragwitz|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-10/msg01007.html>
+
+Neither of them noticed the pair of polka-dotted knickers hiding
+behind the ventilation duct overhead, listening patiently and
+recording everything.
+
+=head2 v5.17.4 - Roald Dahl, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-09-20 by Florian Ragwitz|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-09/msg01226.html>
+
+ The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
+ She whips a pistol from her knickers.
+ She aims it at the creature's head,
+ And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
+
+ A few weeks later, in the wood,
+ I came across Miss Riding Hood.
+ But what a change! No cloak of red,
+ No silly hood upon her head.
+ She said, "Hello, and do please note
+ My lovely furry wolfskin coat."
+
+=head2 v5.17.3 - Kris Ta-belle, "Smoked Perl Onion Soup"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/08/msg190775.html>
+
+Preparation:
+
+Cut 16 Perl Onions into quarters and put them in a grill smoker rack
+or a perforated pan over a BBQ using hickory wood chips or Special
+Blend Smoker Bisquettes. Smoke them for an hour and remove once they
+look golden brown.
+Let them cool and put them in the fridge (or freezer) until you are
+ready to create the soup.
+
+Ingredients:
+
+ 16 diced, pre-smoked, Perl Onions
+ 3 tbsp butter
+ 1/4 cup olive oil
+ 2 small garlic cloves, finely minced
+ 1 tsp salt
+ 1 tsp sugar
+ black pepper to taste
+ 1 cup red wine
+ 1/4 cup all purpose flour
+ 6 cups of beef or vegetable stock
+ 1 cup of thick cream (milk can be used as a substitute)
+
+Method:
+
+ Melt the butter in a pan and then add olive oil.
+ Heat and add the onions to caramelize over a medium-high heat for up
+ to half an hour.
+ Add the garlic, turn down the heat and cook for a further 5 minutes.
+ Add the salt, pepper and sugar.
+ Now add the red wine and reduce to a jam like consistency.
+ Add the flour, stir well and add the stock a cup at a time.
+ Simmer for 30 minutes, add the cream and heat to almost boiling.
+
+Enjoy.
+
+=head2 v5.17.2 - Terry Pratchet, "The Colour of Magic"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-07-21 by TonyC|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/07/msg189828.html>
+
+‘I knew it,’ said Rincewind. ‘We're in a strong magical field.’
+
+Twoflower and Hrun looked around the little hollow where they had made
+their noonday halt. Then they looked at each other.
+
+The horses were quietly cropping the rich grass by the stream. Yellow
+butterflies skittered among the bushes. There was a smell of thyme
+and a buzzing of bees. The wild pigs on the spit sizzled gently.
+
+Hrun shrugged and went back to oiling his biceps. They gleamed.
+
+‘Looks alright to me,’ he said.
+
+‘Try tossing a coin,’ said Rincewind.
+
+‘What?’
+
+‘Go on. Toss a coin.’
+
+‘Hokay,’ said Hrun. 'If that gives you any pleasure.’ He reached into
+his pouch and withdrew a handful of loose change plundered from a
+dozen realms. With some care he selected a Zchloty leaden
+quarter-iotum and balanced it on a purple thumbnail.
+
+‘You call,’ he said. ‘Heads or—’ he inspected the obverse with
+an air of intense concentration, ‘some sort of a fish with legs.’
+
+‘When it's in the air,’ said Rincewind. Hrun grinned and flicked his thumb.
+
+The iotum rose, spinning.
+
+‘Edge,’ said Rincewind, without looking at it.
+
+=head2 v5.17.1 - Rand Miller, "Myst: The Book of Ti'ana"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-06-20 by doy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/06/msg188354.html>
+
+On their return from Ko'ah, Aitrus had shown her the Book, patiently
+taking her through page after page, and showing her how such an Age was
+"made." She had seen at once the differences between this archaic form
+and the ordinary written speech of the D'ni, noting how it was not
+merely more elaborate but more specific: a language of precise yet
+subtle descriptive power. Yet seeing was one thing, believing another.
+Given all the evidence, her rational mind still fought against accepting
+it.
+
+=head2 v5.17.0 - Charles Stross, "Singularity Sky"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-05-26 by Zefram|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/05/msg187214.html>
+
+`Welcome, comrades!' Burya opened his arms toward the soldier.
+`Yes it is true! With help from our allies of the Festival, the iron
+hand of the reactionary junta is about to be overthrown for all time!
+The new economy is being born; the marginal cost of production has
+been abolished, and from now on, if any item is produced once, it can
+be replicated infinitely. From each according to his imagination,
+to each according to his needs! Join us or better still, bring your
+fellow soldiers and workers to join us!'
+
+There was a sharp bang from the roof of the Corn Exchange, right at the
+climax of his impromptu speech; heads turned in alarm. Something had
+broken inside the spork factory and a stream of rainbow-hued plastic
+implements fountained toward the sky and clattered to the cobblestones
+on every side, like a harbinger of the postindustrial society to come.
+Workers and peasants alike stared in open-mouthed bewilderment at this
+astounding display of productivity, then bent to scrabble in the muck
+for the brightly colored sporks of revolution. A volley of shots rang
+out and Burya Rubenstein raised his hands, grinning wildly, to accept
+the salute of the soldiers from the Skull Hill garrison.
+
+=head2 v5.16.1 - Emerald Rose - Never Split The Party
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-08 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-08/msg00307.html>
+
+ Don't you know? You never split the party
+ Clerics in the back to keep those fighters hale and hearty
+ The wizard in the middle, where he can shed some light
+ And you never let that damn thief out of sight…
+
+ -- Emerald Rose, Never Split The Party
+
+=head2 v5.16.1 RC1 - Tom Moldvay - Dungeons & Dragons
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-03 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-08/msg00157.html>
+
+I was busy rescuing the captured maiden when the dragon showed up.
+Fifty feed of scaled terror glared down at us with smoldering red eyes.
+Tendrils of smoke drifted out from between fangs larger than daggers.
+The dragon blocked the only exit from the cave.
+
+⋮
+
+I unwrapped the sword which the mysterious cleric had given me. The
+sword was golden-tinted steel. Its hilt was set with a rainbow
+collection of precious gems. I shouted my battle cry and charged
+
+My charge caught the dragon by surprise. Its titanic jaws snapped shut
+inches from my face. I swung the golden sword with both arms. The
+swordblade bit into the dragon's neck and continued through to the other
+side. With an earth-shaking crash, the dragon dropped dead at my feet.
+The magic sword had saved my life and ended the reign of the
+dragon-tyrant. The countryside was freed and I could return as a hero.
+
+ -- Tom Moldvay, Foreward to the Dungeons & Dragons Basic Rulebook
+
+=head2 v5.16.0 - W.H. Auden - September 1, 1939
+
+L<Announced on 2012-05-20 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-05/msg00728.html>
+
+ All I have is a voice
+ To undo the folded lie,
+ The romantic lie in the brain
+ Of the sensual man-in-the-street
+ And the lie of Authority
+ Whose buildings grope the sky:
+ There is no such thing as the State
+ And no one exists alone;
+ Hunger allows no choice
+ To the citizen or the police;
+ We must love one another or die.
+
+ -- W.H. Auden, September 1, 1939
+
+=head2 v5.15.9 - Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The Wind
+
+L<Announced on 2012-03-20 by
+Abigail|http://nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/184824>
+
+ How many roads must a man walk down
+ Before you call him a man?
+ Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
+ Before she sleeps in the sand?
+ Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
+ Before they're forever banned?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ How many years can a mountain exist
+ Before it's washed to the sea?
+ Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
+ Before they're allowed to be free?
+ Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
+ Pretending he just doesn't see?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ How many times must a man look up
+ Before he can see the sky?
+ Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
+ Before he can hear people cry?
+ Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
+ That too many people have died?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ -- Bob Dylan, Spring 1962
+
+=head2 v5.15.8 - The KLF - The Manual-How To Have A Number One The Easy Way
+
+L<Announced on 2012-02-20 by Max
+Maischein|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/02/msg183919.html>
+
+ "Doctor Who, hey Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, in the Tardis
+ Doctor Who, hey Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, Doc, Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, Doc, Doctor Who"
+
+Gibberish of course, but every lad in the country under a certain
+age related instinctively to what it was about. The ones slightly
+older needed a couple of pints inside them to clear away the mind
+debris left by the passing years before it made sense. As for
+girls and our chorus, we think they must have seen it as pure crap.
+A fact that must have limited to zero our chances of staying at The
+Top for more than one week.
+
+Stock, Aitkin and Waterman, however, are kings of writing chorus
+lyrics that go straight to the emotional heart of the 7" single
+buying girls in this country. Their most successful records will kick
+into the chorus with a line which encapsulates the entire emotional
+meaning of the song. This will obviously be used as the title. As
+soon as Rick Astley hit the first line of the chorus on his debut
+single it was all over - the Number One position was guaranteed:
+
+ "I'm never going to give you up"
+
+=head2 v5.15.7 - Penelope Lively, The Voyage of QV66
+
+L<Announced on 2012-01-20 by Chris 'BinGOs' Williams
+|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/01/msg182230.html>
+
+"Laboratories," announced Henry. "Kindly don't touch anything."
+
+He led us into a long low brick shed. Outside there was a
+notice on a piece of board, crudely printed in red paint,
+which said GRATE SIENCE DISCOVERYS DONE HERE SSSH! BRING YOUR
+OWN BUKKIT NO PINCHING ANYWUN ELSE'S EXPERRYMENTS CANTEEN OPEN
+ALL DAY CHIMPS ONLY.
+
+There were a lot of large black monkeys inside, all intently
+busy on what they were doing. Some of them were pouring stuff
+out of bottles into buckets and carefully stirring the ensuing
+mixture; others were at work with glass tubes and jars, blowing
+and measuring and mixing; others were crouched over long benches
+with tools and heaps of bits and pieces of metal, cutting and
+bending and constructing. There was a great deal of noise and
+chatter. Every now and then one of them would give a whoop of
+excitement and all the others would gather round and jump up and
+down cheering and applauding.
+
+"Chimps," said Henry. "They're awfully clever."
+
+=head2 v5.15.6 - Ursula K. Leguin, A Wizard of Earthsea
+
+L<Announced on 2011-12-20 by Dave
+Rolsky|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/12/msg180962.html>
+
+Ged had thought that as the prentice of a great mage he would enter at once
+into the mystery and mastery of power. He would understand the language of the
+beasts and the speech of the leaves of the forest, he thought, and sway the
+winds with his word, and learn to change himself into any shape he
+wished. Maybe he and his master would run together as stags, or fly to Re Albi
+over the mountain on the wings of eagles.
+
+But it was not so at all. They wandered, first down into the Vale and then
+gradually south and westward around the mountain, given lodging in little
+villages or spending the night out in the wilderness, like poor
+journeyman-sorcerers, or tinkers, or beggars. They entered no mysterious
+domain. Nothing happened. The mage's oaken staff that Ged had watched at first
+with eager dread was nothing but a stout staff to walk with. Three days went
+by and four days went by and still Ogion had not spoken a single charm in
+Ged's hearing, and had not taught him a single name or rune or spell.
+
+=head2 v5.15.5 - Nikolai Gogol, The Diary of a Madman
+
+L<Announced on 2011-11-20 by Steve
+Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/11/msg179588.html>
+
+This day - is a day of the greatest solemnity! Spain has a king. He has
+been found. I am that king. Only this very day did I learn of it. I
+confess, it came to me suddenly in a flash of lightning. I don't understand
+how I could have thought and imagined that I was a titular councillor. How
+could such a wild notion enter my head? It's a good thing no one thought of
+putting me in an insane asylum. Now everything is laid open before me. Now
+I see everything as on the palm of my hand. And before, I don't understand,
+before everything around me was in some sort of fog. And all this happens, I
+think, because people imagine that the human brain is in the head. Not at
+all: it is brought by a wind from the direction of the Caspian Sea. First
+off, I announced to Mavra who I am. When she heard that the king of Spain
+was standing before her, she clasped her hands and nearly died of fright.
+The stupid woman had never seen a king of Spain before. However, I
+endeavoured to calm her down and assured her in gracious words of my
+benevolence and that I was not at all angry that she sometimes polished my
+boots poorly. They're benighted folk. It's impossible to tell them about
+lofty matters. She got frightened because she's convinced that all kings of
+Spain are like Philip II. But I explained to her that there was no
+resemblance between me and Philip II, and that I didn't have a single
+Capuchin . . . I didn't go to the office . . . To hell with it! No friends,
+you won't lure me there now; I'm not going to copy your vile papers!
+
+ -- Nikolai Gogol, The Diary of a Madman,
+ trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky
+
+=head2 v5.15.4 - Steve Jobs
+
+L<Announced on 2011-10-20 by Florian
+Ragwitz|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/10/msg178412.html>
+
+A lot of people in our industry haven't had very diverse experiences. So they
+don't have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions
+without a broad perspective on the problem. The broader one's understanding of
+the human experience, the better design we will have.
+
+=head2 v5.14.3 - William Shakespeare, As You Like It
+
+L<Announced on 2012-10-12 by Dominic Hargreaves|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/10/msg194057.html>
+
+ The poor world is almost six thousand years old, and in all
+ this time there was not any man died in his own person,
+ videlicit, in a love-cause. Troilus had his brains dashed
+ out with a Grecian club; yet he did what he could to die
+ before, and he is one of the patterns of love. Leander, he
+ would have lived many a fair year, though Hero had turned
+ nun, if it had not been for a hot midsummer night; for, good
+ youth, he went but forth to wash him in the Hellespont and
+ being taken with the cramp was drowned and the foolish
+ coroners of that age found it was 'Hero of Sestos.' But these
+ are all lies: men have died from time to time and worms have
+ eaten them, but not for love.
+
+ -- As You Like It, William Shakespeare
+
+=head2 v5.14.2 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-09-26 by Florian
+Ragwitz|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/09/msg177618.html>
+
+
+It's not so much that people don't value the programs after they have them--they
+do value them. But they're not the sort of thing that would ever catch on if
+they had to overcome the marketing barrier. (I don't yet know if perl will
+catch on at all--I'm worried enough about it that I specifically included an
+awk-to-perl translator just to help it catch on.) Maybe it's all just an
+inferiority complex. Or maybe I don't like to be mercenary.
+
+So I guess I'd say that the reason some software comes free is that the
+mechanism for selling it is missing, either from the work environment, or from
+the heart of the programmer.
+
+
+=head2 v5.15.3 - Oscar Wilde, All Art is Quite Useless
+
+L<Announced on 2011-09-20 by Stevan
+Little|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/09/msg177427.html>
+
+ All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath
+ the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol
+ do so at their peril.
+
+ It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
+ Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the
+ work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the
+ artist is in accord with himself.
+
+ We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as
+ he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless
+ thing is that one admires it intensely.
+
+ All art is quite useless.
+
+ -- Oscar Wilde, From the preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray
+
+
+=head2 v5.15.2 - Rainer Maria Rilke, The Third Duina Elegy
+
+L<Announced on 2011-08-20 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2011-08/msg00694.html>
+
+ True, it is strange to live no more on earth,
+ no longer follow the folkways scarecely learned;
+ not to give roses and other especially auspicious
+ things the significance of a human future;
+ to be no more what one was in infinitely anxious hands,
+ and to put aside even one's name, like a broken plaything.
+ Strange, to wish wishes no longer. Strange, to see
+ all that was related fluttering so loosely in space.
+ And being dead is hard, full of catching-up,
+ so that finally one feels a little eternity.–
+ But the living all make the mistake of too sharp discrimination.
+ Often angels (it's said) don't know if they move
+ among the quick or the dead. The eternal current
+ hurtles all ages along with it forever
+ through both realms and drowns their voices in both.
+
+ -- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino, The First Elegy
+ trans., C. F. MacIntyre
+
+=head2 v5.15.1 - Greg Egan, "Permutation City"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-07-20 by Zefram|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/07/msg175014.html>
+
+Carter held out a hand towards the middle of the room. `See that
+fountain?' A ten-metre-wide marble wedding cake, topped with a
+winged cherub wrestling a serpent, duly appeared. Water cascaded
+down from a gushing wound in the cherub's neck. Carter said, `It's
+being computed by redundancies in the sketch of the city. I can
+extract the results, because I know exactly where to look for them --
+but nobody else would have a hope in hell of picking them out.'
+
+Peer walked up to the fountain. Even as he approached, he noticed
+that the spray was intangible; when he dipped his hand in the water
+around the base he felt nothing, and the motion he made with his
+fingers left the foaming surface unchanged. They were spying on
+the calculations, not interacting with them; the fountain was a
+closed system.
+
+Carter said, `In your case, of course, nobody will need to know
+the results. Except you -- and you'll know them because you'll
+/be/ them.'
+
+=head2 v5.15.0 - Neil Gaiman, "The Graveyard Book"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-20 by David Golden|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173748.html>
+
+ If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all
+ you will have gained.
+
+=head2 v5.12.4 - William Schwenck Gilbert, "Trial By Jury"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-20 by Leon Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173725.html>
+
+ You cannot eat breakfast all day,
+ Nor is it the act of a sinner,
+ When breakfast is taken away,
+ To turn his attention to dinner;
+ And it's not in the range of belief,
+ To look upon him as a glutton,
+ Who, when he is tired of beef,
+ Determines to tackle the mutton.
+ Ah! But this I am willing to say,
+ If it will appease her sorrow,
+ I'll marry this lady today,
+ And I'll marry the other tomorrow!
+
+=head2 v5.14.1 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-16 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173650.html>
+
+At this point I'm no longer working for a company that makes me sign
+my life away, but by now I'm in the habit. Besides, I still harbor
+the deep-down suspicion that nobody would pay money for what I write,
+since most of it just helps you do something better that you could
+already do some other way. How much money would you personally pay
+to upgrade from readnews to rn? How much money would you pay for
+the patch program? As for warp, it's a mere game. And anything you
+can do with perl you can eventually do with an amazing and totally
+unreadable conglomeration of awk, sed, sh and C.
+
+=head2 v5.12.4-RC2 - James Russell Lowell, "Eleanor makes macaroons"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-15 by Leon Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173609.html>
+
+ Now for sugar, -- nay, our plan
+ Tolerates no work of man.
+ Hurry, then, ye golden bees;
+ Fetch your clearest honey, please,
+ Garnered on a Yorkshire moor,
+ While the last larks sing and soar,
+ From the heather-blossoms sweet
+ Where sea-breeze and sunshine meet,
+ And the Augusts mask as Junes, --
+ Eleanor makes macaroons!
+
+=head2 v5.12.4-RC1 - Ogden Nash, "The Clean Plater"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-08 by Leon Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173352.html>
+
+ Pheasant is pleasant, of course,
+ And terrapin, too, is tasty,
+ Lobster I freely endorse,
+ In pate or patty or pasty.
+ But there's nothing the matter with butter,
+ And nothing the matter with jam,
+ And the warmest greetings I utter
+ To the ham and the yam and the clam.
+ For they're food,
+ All food,
+ And I think very fondly of food.
+ Through I'm broody at times
+ When bothered by rhymes,
+ I brood
+ On food.
+
+=head2 v5.14.0 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-05-14 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/05/msg172326.html>
+
+At the start of any project, I'm programming primarily to please
+myself. (The two chief virtues in a programmer are laziness and
+impatience.) After a while somebody looks over my shoulder and says,
+"That's neat. It'd be neater if it did such-and-so." So the thing
+gets neater. Pretty soon (a year or two) I have an rn, a warp, a patch,
+or a perl. One of these years I'll have a metaconfig.
+
+I then say to myself, "I don't want my life's work to die when this
+computer is scrapped, so I should let some other people use this. If I
+ask my company to sell this, it'll never see the light of day, and nobody
+would pay much for it anyway. If I sell it myself, I'll be in trouble with
+my company, to whom I signed my life away when I was hired. If I give it
+away, I can pretend it was worthless in the first place, so my company
+won't care. In any event, it's easier to ask forgiveness than permission."
+
+So a freely distributable program is born.
+
+=head2 v5.14.0-RC3 - American Airlines Gate Agent, last call
+
+L<Announced on 2011-05-11 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/05/msg172282.html>
+
+This is the last call for flight 1697 with service to Chicago and
+continuing service to San Francisco. All passengers should already be
+aboard. If you aren't aboard at this time, you will be denied boarding
+and your bags will be offloaded.
+
+=head2 v5.14.0-RC2 - Greg Grandin, Fordlandia, "the Rise and Fall of Henry Ford's Forgotten Jungle City"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-05-04 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/05/msg171879.html>
+
+Over the course of nearly two decades, Ford would spend tens of millions
+of dollars founding not one but, after the plantation was defastated
+by leaf blight, two American towns, complete with central squares,
+sidewalks, indoor plumbing, hospitals, manicured lawns, movie theaters,
+swimming pools, golf courses, and, of course, Model Ts and As rolling
+down their paved streets.
+
+Back in America, newspapers kept up their drumbeat celebration, only
+obliquely referencing reports that things were not progressing as the
+company had hoped. But there was one note of skepticism. In late 1928,
+the Washington Post ran an editorial that read in its entirety: "Ford will
+govern a rubber plantation in Brazil larger than North Carolina. This is
+the first time he has applied quantity production methods to trouble"
+
+=head2 v5.14.0-RC1 - Bill Bryson, "In a Sunburned Country"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-04-20 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/04/msg171253.html>
+
+But then Australia is such a difficult country to keep track of. On
+my first visit, some years ago, I passed the time on the long flight
+reading a history of Australian politics in the twentieth century,
+wherein I encountered the startling fact that in 1967 the prime minister,
+Harold Holt, was strolling along a beach in Victoria when he plunged into
+the surf and vanished. No trace of the poor man was ever seen again.
+This seemed doubly astounding to me—first that Australia could
+just I<lose> a prime minister (I mean, come on) and second that news of
+this had never reached me.
+
+=head2 v5.13.11 - Walt Whitman, L<Leaves of Grass|http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Leaves_of_Grass>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-02-20 by Florian Ragwitz|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2011-03/msg00560.html>
+
+ When the full-grown poet came,
+ Out spake pleased Nature (the round impassive globe, with all its
+ shows of day and night,) saying, He is mine;
+ But out spake too the Soul of man, proud, jealous and unreconciled,
+ Nay he is mine alone;
+ --Then the full-grown poet stood between the two, and took each
+ by the hand;
+ And to-day and ever so stands, as blender, uniter, tightly
+ holding hands,
+ Which he will never release until he reconciles the two,
+ And wholly and joyously blends them.
+
+=head2 v5.13.10 - Egill Skalla-Grímsson, L<Egils saga Skalla-Grímssonar|http://www.heimskringla.no/wiki/Egils_saga_Skalla-Gr%C3%ADmssonar>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-02-20 by Ævar Arnfjörð Bjarmason|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/02/msg169340.html>
+
+ Skalat maðr rúnar rísta,
+ nema ráða vel kunni.
+ Þat verðr mörgum manni,
+ es of myrkvan staf villisk.
+ Sák á telgðu talkni
+ tíu launstafi ristna.
+ Þat hefr lauka lindi
+ langs ofrtrega fengit.
+
+=head2 v5.13.9 - John F Kennedy, L<Inaugural Address January 20, 1961|http://en.wikisource.org/wiki/John_F._Kennedy%27s_Inaugural_Address>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-01-20 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/01/msg168335.html>
+
+In the long history of the world, only a few generations have been
+granted the role of defending freedom in its hour of maximum danger. I
+do not shrink from this responsibility -- I welcome it. I do not believe
+that any of us would exchange places with any other people or any other
+generation. The energy, the faith, the devotion which we bring to this
+endeavor will light our country and all who serve it. And the glow from
+that fire can truly light the world.
+
+And so, my fellow Americans, ask not what your country can do for you;
+ask what you can do for your country.
+
+My fellow citizens of the world, ask not what America will do for you,
+but what together we can do for the freedom of man.
+
+Finally, whether you are citizens of America or citizens of the world,
+ask of us here the same high standards of strength and sacrifice which
+we ask of you. With a good conscience our only sure reward, with history
+the final judge of our deeds, let us go forth to lead the land we love,
+asking His blessing and His help, but knowing that here on earth God's
+work must truly be our own.
+
=head2 v5.13.8 - Roger Williams, L<"The Fifth Gift"|http://www.kuro5hin.org/story/2005/8/19/21304/8493>
L<Announced on 2010-12-19 by Zefram|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/12/msg167271.html>
[Neo sees a black cat walk by them, and then a similar black cat walk by them just like the first one]
-Neo: Whoa. Deja vu.
+ Neo: Whoa. Deja vu.
[Everyone freezes right in their tracks]
-Trinity: What did you just say?
-Neo: Nothing. Just had a little deja vu.
-Trinity: What did you see?
-Cypher: What happened?
-Neo: A black cat went past us, and then another that looked just like it.
-Trinity: How much like it? Was it the same cat?
-Neo: It might have been. I'm not sure.
-Morpheus: Switch! Apoc!
-Neo: What is it?
-Trinity: A deja vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something.
+ Trinity: What did you just say?
+ Neo: Nothing. Just had a little deja vu.
+ Trinity: What did you see?
+ Cypher: What happened?
+ Neo: A black cat went past us, and then another that looked just
+ like it.
+ Trinity: How much like it? Was it the same cat?
+ Neo: It might have been. I'm not sure.
+ Morpheus: Switch! Apoc!
+ Neo: What is it?
+ Trinity: A deja vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when
+ they change something.
=head2 v5.13.6 - Haruki Murakami, "Kafka on the Shore"
rusty bolt, I struggled through this till I gained a view of the open
grounds. Here I found that the brushwood spread a good way up the
park, uniting with the wood that approached the little temple I have
-described.
-
-=head2 v5.12.3 - Howard W. Campbell, Jr., "Reflections on Not Participating in Current Events"
-
-L<Announced on 2011-01-21 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/01/msg168368.html>
-
- I saw a huge steam roller,
- It blotted out the sun.
- The people all lay down, lay down;
- They did not try to run.
- My love and I, we looked amazed
- Upon the gory mystery.
- 'Lie down, lie down!' the people cried.
- 'The great machine is history!'
- My love and I, we ran away,
- The engine did not find us.
- We ran up to a mountain top,
- Left history far behind us.
- Perhaps we should have stayed and died,
- But somehow we don't think so.
- We went to see where history'd been,
- And my, the dead did stink so.
-
-=head2 v5.12.2 - William Gibson, "Pattern Recognition"
-
-L<Announced on 2919-09-06 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/09/msg163852.html>
-
-CPUs. Cayce Pollard Units. That's what Damien calls the clothing
-she wears. CPUs are either black, white, or gray, and ideally
-seem to have come into this world without human intervention.
-
-What people take for relentless minimalism is a side effect
-of too much exposure to the reactor-cores of fashion. This
-has resulted in a remorseless paring-down of what she can and
-will wear. She is, literally, allergic to fashion. She can
-only tolerate things that could have been worn, to a general
-lack of comment, during any year between 1945 and 2000. She's a
-design-free zone, a one-woman school of and whose very austerity
-periodically threatens to spawn its own cult.
-
-=head2 v5.12.2-RC1 - William Gibson, "Pattern Recognition"
-
-L<Announced on 2010-08-31 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/08/msg163670.html>
-
-The front page opens, familiar as a friend's living room. A frame-grab
-from #48 serves as backdrop, dim and almost monochrome, no characters in
-view. This is one of the sequences that generate comparisons with
-Tarkovsky. She only knows Tarkovsky from stills, really, though she did
-once fall asleep during a screening of The Stalker, going under on an
-endless pan, the camera aimed straight down, in close-up, at a puddle on
-a ruined mosaic floor. But she is not one of those who think that much
-will be gained by analysis of the maker's imagined influences. The cult
-of the footage is rife with subcults, claiming every possible influence.
-Truffaut, Peckinpah -- The Peckinpah people, among the least likely, are
-still waiting for the guns to be drawn.
+described.
=head2 v5.13.4 - Lewis Carroll, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"
bridges somewhere else, where they are badly wanted. For those who go in
quest of the sepulchre, faith is bridge enough.
+=head2 v5.13.0 - Jules Verne, "A Journey to the Centre of the Earth"
+
+L<Announced on 2010-04-20 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/04/msg159275.html>
+
+The heat still remained at quite a supportable degree. With an
+involuntary shudder, I reflected on what the heat must have been
+when the volcano of Sneffels was pouring its smoke, flames, and
+streams of boiling lava -- all of which must have come up by the
+road we were now following. I could imagine the torrents of hot
+seething stone darting on, bubbling up with accompaniments of
+smoke, steam, and sulphurous stench!
+
+"Only to think of the consequences," I mused, "if the old
+volcano were once more to set to work."
+
+=head2 v5.12.3 - Howard W. Campbell, Jr., "Reflections on Not Participating in Current Events"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-01-21 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/01/msg168368.html>
+
+ I saw a huge steam roller,
+ It blotted out the sun.
+ The people all lay down, lay down;
+ They did not try to run.
+ My love and I, we looked amazed
+ Upon the gory mystery.
+ 'Lie down, lie down!' the people cried.
+ 'The great machine is history!'
+ My love and I, we ran away,
+ The engine did not find us.
+ We ran up to a mountain top,
+ Left history far behind us.
+ Perhaps we should have stayed and died,
+ But somehow we don't think so.
+ We went to see where history'd been,
+ And my, the dead did stink so.
+
+=head2 v5.12.2 - William Gibson, "Pattern Recognition"
+
+L<Announced on 2010-09-06 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/09/msg163852.html>
+
+CPUs. Cayce Pollard Units. That's what Damien calls the clothing
+she wears. CPUs are either black, white, or gray, and ideally
+seem to have come into this world without human intervention.
+
+What people take for relentless minimalism is a side effect
+of too much exposure to the reactor-cores of fashion. This
+has resulted in a remorseless paring-down of what she can and
+will wear. She is, literally, allergic to fashion. She can
+only tolerate things that could have been worn, to a general
+lack of comment, during any year between 1945 and 2000. She's a
+design-free zone, a one-woman school of and whose very austerity
+periodically threatens to spawn its own cult.
+
+=head2 v5.12.2-RC1 - William Gibson, "Pattern Recognition"
+
+L<Announced on 2010-08-31 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/08/msg163670.html>
+
+The front page opens, familiar as a friend's living room. A frame-grab
+from #48 serves as backdrop, dim and almost monochrome, no characters in
+view. This is one of the sequences that generate comparisons with
+Tarkovsky. She only knows Tarkovsky from stills, really, though she did
+once fall asleep during a screening of The Stalker, going under on an
+endless pan, the camera aimed straight down, in close-up, at a puddle on
+a ruined mosaic floor. But she is not one of those who think that much
+will be gained by analysis of the maker's imagined influences. The cult
+of the footage is rife with subcults, claiming every possible influence.
+Truffaut, Peckinpah -- The Peckinpah people, among the least likely, are
+still waiting for the guns to be drawn.
+
=head2 v5.12.1 - Kurt Vonnegut, "Cat's Cradle"
L<Announced on 2010-05-16 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/05/msg160109.html>
Around and around and around we spin,
With feet of lead and wings of tin . . .
-=head2 v5.13.0 - Jules Verne, "A Journey to the Centre of the Earth"
-
-L<Announced on 2010-04-20 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/04/msg159275.html>
-
-The heat still remained at quite a supportable degree. With an
-involuntary shudder, I reflected on what the heat must have been
-when the volcano of Sneffels was pouring its smoke, flames, and
-streams of boiling lava -- all of which must have come up by the
-road we were now following. I could imagine the torrents of hot
-seething stone darting on, bubbling up with accompaniments of
-smoke, steam, and sulphurous stench!
-
-"Only to think of the consequences," I mused, "if the old
-volcano were once more to set to work."
-
=head2 v5.12.0 - Lewis Carroll, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"
L<Announced on 2010-04-12 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2010/04/msg158820.html>
=head2 v5.11.2 - Michael Marshall Smith, "Only Forward"
-L<Announced on 2009-11-20 by |http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/11/msg153646.html>
+L<Announced on 2009-11-20 by Léon Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/11/msg153646.html>
The streets were pretty quiet, which was nice. They're always quiet here
at that time: you have to be wearing a black jacket to be out on the
on the nearest scrap of paper and handing it away with a virtuous disdain
that won the envy and admiration of almost everyone who knew him. His
glory was at a peak, and Colonel Cathcart, who knew and admired his
-war record, was astonished by the deferential humility with which Mil
+war record, was astonished by the deferential humility with which Milo
presented himself at Group Headquarters and made his fantastic appeal
for more hazardous assignment.
I couldn't tell whether or not he was joking. 'What a pity,' I said.
'We could have opened an agency.'
-Sir Humphrey and Bernard laughed. 'Very droll, sir,' said Sir
-Humphrey. 'Most amusing, sir,' said Bernard. Were they genuinely
-amused at my wit, or just being rather patronising? 'I suppose they
-all say that, do they?' I ventured.
+Sir Humphrey and Bernard laughed. 'Very droll, sir,' said Sir
+Humphrey. 'Most amusing, sir,' said Bernard. Were they genuinely
+amused at my wit, or just being rather patronising? 'I suppose they
+all say that, do they?' I ventured.
+
+Sir Humphrey reassured me on that. 'Certainly not, Minister,' he
+replied. 'Not quite all.'
+
+=head2 v5.10.1-RC2 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2009-08-18 by Dave Mitchell|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/08/msg150015.html>
+
+=head2 v5.10.1-RC1 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2009-08-06 by Dave Mitchell|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/08/msg149498.html>
+
+=head2 v5.10.0 - Laurence Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
+
+L<Announced on 2007-12-18 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/12/msg131636.html>
+
+He would often declare, in speaking his thoughts upon the subject, that
+he did not conceive how the greatest family in England could stand it
+out against an uninterrupted succession of six or seven short
+noses.--And for the contrary reason, he would generally add, That it
+must be one of the greatest problems in civil life, where the same
+number of long and jolly noses, following one another in a direct line,
+did not raise and hoist it up into the best vacancies in the kingdom.
+
+=head2 v5.10.0-RC2 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2007-11-25 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/11/msg130978.html>
+
+=head2 v5.10.0-RC1 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2007-11-17 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/11/msg130653.html>
+
+=head2 v5.9.5 - no announcement
+
+L<Pre-announced on 2007-07-07 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/07/msg126358.html>,
+available on CPAN with same date, but never actually announced.
+
+=head2 v5.9.4 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2006-08-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2006/08/msg115782.html>
+
+=head2 v5.9.3 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2006-01-28 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2006/01/msg109086.html>
+
+=head2 v5.9.2 - Thomas Pynchon, "V"
+
+L<Announced on 2005-04-01 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=20050401150702.2b4a70d5@grubert.mandrakesoft.com>
+
+This word flip was weird. Every recording date of McClintic's he'd
+gotten into the habit of talking electricity with the audio men and
+technicians of the studio. McClintic once couldn't have cared less
+about electricity, but now it seemed if that was helping him reach a
+bigger audience, some digging, some who would never dig, but all
+paying and those royalties keeping the Triumph in gas and McClintic
+in J. Press suits, then McClintic ought to be grateful to
+electricity, ought maybe to learn a little more about it. So he'd
+picked up some here and there, and one day last summer he got around
+to talking stochastic music and digital computers with one
+technician. Out of the conversation had come Set/Reset, which was
+getting to be a signature for the group. He had found out from this
+sound man about a two-triode circuit called a flip-flop, which when
+it turned on could be one of two ways, depending on which tube was
+conducting and which was cut off: set or reset, flip or flop.
+
+"And that," the man said, "can be yes or no, or one or zero. And
+that is what you might call one of the basic units, or specialized
+`cells' in a big `electronic brain.' "
-Sir Humphrey reassured me on that. 'Certainly not, Minister,' he
-replied. 'Not quite all.'
+"Crazy," said McClintic, having lost him back there someplace. But
+one thing that did occur to him was if a computer's brain could go
+flip or flop, why so could a musician's. As long as you were flop,
+everything was cool. But where did the trigger-pulse come from to
+make you flip?
-=head2 v5.10.1-RC2 - no epigraph
+=head2 v5.9.1 - Tom Stoppard, "Arcadia"
-L<Announced on 2009-08-18 by Dave Mitchell|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/08/msg150015.html>
+L<Announced on 2004-03-16 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/8587d77c565f2d43>
-=head2 v5.10.1-RC1 - no epigraph
+Aren't you supposed to have a pony?
-L<Announced on 2009-08-06 by Dave Mitchell|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/08/msg149498.html>
+=head2 v5.9.0 - Doris Lessing, "Martha Quest"
-=head2 5.005_05-RC1 - no epigraph
+L<Announced on 2003-10-27 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/63a8c34385de82a1>
-L<Announced on 2009-02-16 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/02/msg144227.html>
+What of October, that ambiguous month
=head2 v5.8.9 - Right Hon. James Hacker MP, "The Complete Yes Minister: The Diaries of a Cabinet Minister"
'Ah, I see. A politician, Minister.'
-=head2 v5.10.0 - Laurence Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
-
-L<Announced on 2007-12-18 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/12/msg131636.html>
-
-He would often declare, in speaking his thoughts upon the subject, that
-he did not conceive how the greatest family in England could stand it
-out against an uninterrupted succession of six or seven short
-noses.--And for the contrary reason, he would generally add, That it
-must be one of the greatest problems in civil life, where the same
-number of long and jolly noses, following one another in a direct line,
-did not raise and hoist it up into the best vacancies in the kingdom.
-
-=head2 v5.10.0-RC2 - no epigraph
-
-L<Announced on 2007-11-25 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/11/msg130978.html>
-
-=head2 v5.10.0-RC1 - no epigraph
-
-L<Announced on 2007-11-17 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/11/msg130653.html>
-
-=head2 v5.9.5 - no announcement
-
-L<Pre-announced on 2007-07-07 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2007/07/msg126358.html>,
-available on CPAN with same date, but never actually announced.
-
-=head2 v5.9.4 - no epigraph
-
-L<Announced on 2006-08-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2006/08/msg115782.html>
-
=head2 v5.8.8 - Joe Raposo, "Bein' Green"
L<Announced on 2006-02-01 by Nicholas Clark|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/28caf52e41ebe723>
Wonder I am green and it'll do fine, it's beautiful
And I think it's what I want to be
-=head2 v5.9.3 - no epigraph
-
-L<Announced on 2006-01-28 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2006/01/msg109086.html>
-
=head2 v5.8.8-RC1 - Cosgrove Hall Productions, "Dangermouse"
L<Announced on 2006-01-20 by Nicholas Clark|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/d231fc554af8cc51>
How that bird teased the wolf, how that wolf wanted to catch him! But
the bird was clever and the wolf simply couldn't do anything about it.
-=head2 v5.9.2 - Thomas Pynchon, "V"
-
-L<Announced on 2005-04-01 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=20050401150702.2b4a70d5@grubert.mandrakesoft.com>
-
-This word flip was weird. Every recording date of McClintic's he'd
-gotten into the habit of talking electricity with the audio men and
-technicians of the studio. McClintic once couldn't have cared less
-about electricity, but now it seemed if that was helping him reach a
-bigger audience, some digging, some who would never dig, but all
-paying and those royalties keeping the Triumph in gas and McClintic
-in J. Press suits, then McClintic ought to be grateful to
-electricity, ought maybe to learn a little more about it. So he'd
-picked up some here and there, and one day last summer he got around
-to talking stochastic music and digital computers with one
-technician. Out of the conversation had come Set/Reset, which was
-getting to be a signature for the group. He had found out from this
-sound man about a two-triode circuit called a flip-flop, which when
-it turned on could be one of two ways, depending on which tube was
-conducting and which was cut off: set or reset, flip or flop.
-
-"And that," the man said, "can be yes or no, or one or zero. And
-that is what you might call one of the basic units, or specialized
-`cells' in a big `electronic brain.' "
-
-"Crazy," said McClintic, having lost him back there someplace. But
-one thing that did occur to him was if a computer's brain could go
-flip or flop, why so could a musician's. As long as you were flop,
-everything was cool. But where did the trigger-pulse come from to
-make you flip?
-
=head2 v5.8.6 - A. A. Milne, "The House at Pooh Corner"
L<Announced on 2004-11-28 by Nicholas Clark|http://groups.google.com/groups?selm=20041128000836.GA304@Bagpuss.unfortu.net>
Then Skimble will appear and he'll saunter to the rear:
He's been busy in the luggage van!
He gives one flash of his glass-green eyes
- And the the signal goes 'All Clear!'
+ And the signal goes 'All Clear!'
And we're off at last of the northern part
Of the Northern Hemisphere!
-=head2 v5.9.1 - Tom Stoppard, "Arcadia"
-
-L<Announced on 2004-03-16 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/8587d77c565f2d43>
-
-Aren't you supposed to have a pony?
-
-=head2 5.005_04 - no epigraph
-
-L<Announced on 2004-03-01 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/6c240ad0b189cb47>
-
-=head2 5.005_04-RC2 - Rudyard Kipling, "The Jungle Book"
-
-L<Announced on 2004-02-19 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/83e5421124a7b49d>
-
-The monkeys called the place their city, and pretended to despise
-the Jungle-People because they lived in the forest. And yet they
-never knew what the buildings were made for nor how to use
-them. They would sit in circles on the hall of the king's council
-chamber, and scratch for fleas and pretend to be men; or they would
-run in and out of the roofless houses and collect pieces of plaster
-and old bricks in a corner, and forget where they had hidden them,
-and fight and cry in scuffling crowds, and then break off to play up
-and down the terraces of the king's garden, where they would shake
-the rose trees and the oranges in sport to see the fruit and flowers
-fall.
-
-=head2 5.005_04-RC1 - Lewis Carroll, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"
-
-L<Announced on 2004-02-05 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/6aaeb6ec699bd116>
-
-Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had
-plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was
-going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what
-she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked
-at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with
-cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures
-hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she
-passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great
-disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear
-of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as
-she fell past it.
-
=head2 v5.8.3 - Arthur William Edgar O'Shaugnessy, "Ode"
L<Announced on 2004-01-14 by Nicholas Clark|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/968fb8d71e23af69>
And love and romance,
Let's face the music and dance.
-=head2 v1.0_16 - Johan Vromans, extemporarily
-
-L<Announced on 2003-12-18 by Richard Clamp|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/9281dc6194d15940>
-
-=head2 v5.6.2 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
-
-L<Announced on 2003-11-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/deb8cb9ad918716f>
-
-When great or unexpected events fall out upon the stage of this
-sublunary word--the mind of man, which is an inquisitive kind of
-a substance, naturally takes a flight, behind the scenes, to see
-what is the cause and first spring of them--The search was not
-long in this instance.
-
-=head2 v5.6.2-RC1 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
-
-L<Announced on 2003-11-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/e3d4acc7a8dd3ce5>
-
-"Pray, my dear", quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"
-
=head2 v5.8.2 - Walt Whitman, "Passage to India"
L<Announced on 2003-11-06 by Nicholas Clark|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/4714574f93967673>
Their heads are green, and their hands are blue,
And they went to sea in a Sieve.
-=head2 v5.9.0 - Doris Lessing, "Martha Quest"
-
-L<Announced on 2003-10-27 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/63a8c34385de82a1>
-
-What of October, that ambiguous month
-
=head2 v5.8.1 - epigraph same as v5.7.1
L<Announced on 2003-09-25 by Jarkko Hietaniemi|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2003/09/msg82678.html>
Bonum Diem." These things were big and made of metal and there
was a guardhouse and a squad of unhelpful men in black armor.
-=head2 v5.6.2 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
-
-L<Announced on 2003-11-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/deb8cb9ad918716f>
-
-When great or unexpected events fall out upon the stage of this
-sublunary word--the mind of man, which is an inquisitive kind of
-a substance, naturally takes a flight, behind the scenes, to see
-what is the cause and first spring of them--The search was not
-long in this instance.
-
-=head2 v5.6.2-RC1 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
-
-L<Announced on 2003-11-08 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/e3d4acc7a8dd3ce5>
-
-"Pray, my dear", quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"
-
=head2 v5.8.0 - Terry Pratchett, "Reaper Man"
L<Announced on 2002-07-18 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2002/07/msg63720.html>
"Usually."
+=head2 v5.7.0 - Terry Pratchett, "Moving Pictures"
+
+L<Announced on 2000-09-02 by Jarkko Hietaniemi|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2000/09/msg17730.html>
+
+The Librarian had seen many weird things in his time,
+but that had to be the 57th strangest.
+[footnote: he had a tidy mind]
+
+=head2 v5.6.2 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
+
+L<Announced on 2003-11-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/deb8cb9ad918716f>
+
+When great or unexpected events fall out upon the stage of this
+sublunary word--the mind of man, which is an inquisitive kind of
+a substance, naturally takes a flight, behind the scenes, to see
+what is the cause and first spring of them--The search was not
+long in this instance.
+
+=head2 v5.6.2-RC1 - Sterne, "Tristram Shandy"
+
+L<Announced on 2003-11-15 by Rafael Garcia-Suarez|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/e3d4acc7a8dd3ce5>
+
+"Pray, my dear", quoth my mother, "have you not forgot to wind up the clock?"
+
=head2 v5.6.1 - J R R Tolkien, "The Hobbit", Riddles in the Dark
L<Announced on 2001-04-08 by Gurusamy Sarathy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2001/04/msg33823.html>
L<Announced on 2000-12-18 by Gurusamy Sarathy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2000/12/msg27738.html>
-=head2 v5.7.0 - Terry Pratchett, "Moving Pictures"
-
-L<Announced on 2000-09-02 by Jarkko Hietaniemi|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2000/09/msg17730.html>
-
-The Librarian had seen many weird things in his time,
-but that had to be the 57th strangest.
-[footnote: he had a tidy mind]
-
=head2 v5.6.0 - J R R Tolkien, "The Hobbit", The Last Stage
L<Announced on 2000-03-23 by Gurusamy Sarathy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2000/03/msg10341.html>
Come! Tra-la-la-lally!
Come back to the valley.
-
=head2 v5.6.0-RC3 - no epigraph
L<Announced on 2000-03-22 by Gurusamy Sarathy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2000/03/msg10140.html>
+=head2 v5.005_05-RC1 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2009-02-16 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/02/msg144227.html>
+
+=head2 v5.005_04 - no epigraph
+
+L<Announced on 2004-03-01 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/6c240ad0b189cb47>
+
+=head2 v5.005_04-RC2 - Rudyard Kipling, "The Jungle Book"
+
+L<Announced on 2004-02-19 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/83e5421124a7b49d>
+
+The monkeys called the place their city, and pretended to despise
+the Jungle-People because they lived in the forest. And yet they
+never knew what the buildings were made for nor how to use
+them. They would sit in circles on the hall of the king's council
+chamber, and scratch for fleas and pretend to be men; or they would
+run in and out of the roofless houses and collect pieces of plaster
+and old bricks in a corner, and forget where they had hidden them,
+and fight and cry in scuffling crowds, and then break off to play up
+and down the terraces of the king's garden, where they would shake
+the rose trees and the oranges in sport to see the fruit and flowers
+fall.
+
+=head2 v5.005_04-RC1 - Lewis Carroll, "Alice's Adventures in Wonderland"
+
+L<Announced on 2004-02-05 by LE<0xe9>on Brocard|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/6aaeb6ec699bd116>
+
+Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she had
+plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to wonder what was
+going to happen next. First, she tried to look down and make out what
+she was coming to, but it was too dark to see anything; then she looked
+at the sides of the well, and noticed that they were filled with
+cupboards and book-shelves; here and there she saw maps and pictures
+hung upon pegs. She took down a jar from one of the shelves as she
+passed; it was labelled 'ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great
+disappointment it was empty: she did not like to drop the jar for fear
+of killing somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as
+she fell past it.
+
+=head2 v1.0_16 - Johan Vromans, extemporarily
+
+L<Announced on 2003-12-18 by Richard Clamp|http://groups.google.com/group/perl.perl5.porters/msg/9281dc6194d15940>
+
=head1 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
This document was originally compiled based on a list of epigraphs
https://perl5.git.perl.org / perl5.git / blobdiff