=head1 EPIGRAPHS
-Announced on 2017-05-31 by Sawyer X
+=head2 v5.27.5 - Frank Birch, Dilly Knox & G. P. Mackeson, "Alice in I.D.25"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-10-20 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/10/msg246785.html>
+
+ 'Can I do anything?' Alice suggested timidly, thinking that something
+dreadful must have happened.
+ The Waterflap jumped as if it had been shot. 'What are you doing
+here?' it snapped. 'Take this at once into the Directional room,' and it
+thrust the paper which had caused all the fuss into her hands.
+ 'But where is the Directional room?' she inquired, bewildered.
+ 'Why, there of course,' howled the Waterflap, pointing to a door.
+ 'How could I possibly know that!' Alice exclaimed, angered by his
+rudeness.
+ 'Silly girl,' it hissed. 'Why, it's called the Directional room
+because it's in that direction,' and it pushed her roughly through the
+doorway.
+
+=head2 v5.27.4 - Richard Brautigan, "All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-20 by John SJ Anderson|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246371.html>
+
+ I like to think (and
+ the sooner the better!)
+ of a cybernetic meadow
+ where mammals and computers
+ live together in mutually
+ programming harmony
+ like pure water
+ touching clear sky.
+
+ I like to think
+ (right now, please!)
+ of a cybernetic forest
+ filled with pines and electronics
+ where deer stroll peacefully
+ past computers
+ as if they were flowers
+ with spinning blossoms.
+
+ I like to think
+ (it has to be!)
+ of a cybernetic ecology
+ where we are free of our labors
+ and joined back to nature,
+ returned to our mammal
+ brothers and sisters,
+ and all watched over
+ by machines of loving grace.
+
+=head2 v5.27.3 - Rodgers and Hammerstein, "You'll Never Walk Alone"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-08-21 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/08/msg245988.html>
+
+ When you walk through a storm
+ Hold your head up high
+ And don't be afraid of the dark
+
+ At the end of a storm
+ There's a golden sky
+ And the sweet silver song of a lark
+
+ Walk on through the wind
+ Walk on through the rain
+ Though your dreams be tossed and blown
+
+ Walk on, walk on
+ With hope in your heart
+ And you'll never walk alone
+
+ You'll never walk alone
+
+ Walk on, walk on
+ With hope in your heart
+ And you'll never walk alone
+
+ You'll never walk alone
+
+=head2 v5.27.2 - Lev Grossman, Codex
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-20 by Aaron Crane|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245585.html>
+
+ He went back for another stack of books: a three-volume English legal
+ treatise; a travel guide to Tuscany from the '20s crammed with faded
+ Italian wildflowers that fluttered out from between the pages like
+ moths; a French edition of Turgeniev so decayed that it came apart in
+ his hands; a register of London society from 1863. In a way it was
+ idiotic. He was treating these books like they were holy relics. It
+ wasn't like he would ever actually read them. But there was something
+ magnetic about them, something that compelled respect, even the silly
+ ones, like the Enlightenment treatise about how lightning was caused
+ by bees. They were information, data, but not in the form he was used
+ to dealing with it. They were non-digital, nonelectrical chunks of
+ memory, not stamped out of silicon but laboriously crafted out of wood
+ pulp and ink, leather and glue. Somebody had cared enough to write
+ these things; somebody else had cared enough to buy them, possibly
+ even read them, at the very least keep them safe for 150 years,
+ sometimes longer, when they could have vanished at the touch of a
+ spark. That made them worth something, didn't it, just by itself?
+ Though most of them would have bored him rigid the second he cracked
+ them open, which there wasn't much chance of. Maybe that was what he
+ found so appealing: the sight of so many books that he'd never have to
+ read, so much work he'd never have to do.
+
+=head2 v5.27.1 - Rona Munro, Doctor Who: Survival
+
+L<Announced on 2017-06-20 by Eric Herman|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/06/msg245055.html>
+
+ There are worlds out there where the sky is burning,
+ where the sea's asleep and the rivers dream,
+ people made of smoke and cities made of song.
+ Somewhere there's danger,
+ somewhere there's injustice
+ and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.
+ Come on, Ace, we've got work to do.
+
+=head2 v5.27.0 - Bertrand Russell, The Road to Happiness
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-31 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244580.html>
People who have theories as to how one should live tend to forget the
limitations of nature. If your way of life involves constant
-- Bertrand Russell, The Road to Happiness
+=head2 v5.26.1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-22 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246408.html>
+
+ And soon I heard a roaring wind:
+ It did not come anear;
+ But with its sound it shook the sails,
+ That were so thin and sere.
+
+ The upper air burst into life!
+ And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
+ To and fro they were hurried about!
+ And to and fro, and in and out,
+ The wan stars danced between.
+
+=head2 v5.26.1-RC1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-10 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246202.html>
+
+ At length did cross an Albatross,
+ Thorough the fog it came;
+ As if it had been a Christian soul,
+ We hailed it in God's name.
+
+ It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
+ And round and round it flew.
+ The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
+ The helmsman steered us through!
+
+ And a good south wind sprung up behind;
+ The Albatross did follow,
+ And every day, for food or play,
+ Came to the mariner's hollo!
+
+ In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
+ It perched for vespers nine;
+ Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
+ Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
+
+ 'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
+ From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
+ Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
+ I shot the ALBATROSS.
+
=head2 v5.26.0 - Nine Simone, Ain't Got No / I Got Life
L<Announced on 2017-05-30 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244573.html>
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.
+=head2 v5.24.3 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-22 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246407.html>
+
+ Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
+ Beloved from pole to pole!
+ To Mary Queen the praise be given!
+ She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
+ That slid into my soul.
+
+ The silly buckets on the deck,
+ That had so long remained,
+ I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
+ And when I awoke, it rained.
+
+=head2 v5.24.3-RC1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-10 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246201.html>
+
+ 'And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
+ Was tyrannous and strong:
+ He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
+ And chased us south along.
+
+ With sloping masts and dipping prow,
+ As who pursued with yell and blow
+ Still treads the shadow of his foe,
+ And forward bends his head,
+ The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
+ And southward aye we fled.
+
+ And now there came both mist and snow,
+ And it grew wondrous cold:
+ And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
+ As green as emerald.
+
+ And through the drifts the snowy clifts
+ Did send a dismal sheen:
+ Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
+ The ice was all between.
+
+ The ice was here, the ice was there,
+ The ice was all around:
+ It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
+ Like noises in a swound!
+
+=head2 v5.24.2 - Roald Dahl, "The Three Little Pigs"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-15 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245527.html>
+
+ A short while later, through the wood,
+ Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
+ The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze
+ And yellowish, like mayonnaise.
+ His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
+ And spit was dripping from his jaw.
+ Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
+ She draws the pistol from her knickers.
+ Once more, she hits the vital spot,
+ And kills him with a single shot.
+ Pig, peeping through the window, stood
+ And yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!'
+
+ Ah, Piglet, you must never trust
+ Young ladies from the upper crust.
+ For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
+ Not only has two wolfskin coats,
+ But when she goes from place to place,
+ She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELLING CASE.
+
+=head2 v5.24.2-RC1 - Roald Dahl, "The Three Little Pigs"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-01 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245292.html>
+
+ The animal I really dig
+ Above all others is the pig.
+ Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
+ Pig are courteous. However,
+ Now and then, to break this rule,
+ One meets a pig who is a fool.
+ What, for example, would you say
+ If strolling through the woods one day,
+ Right there in front of you you saw
+ A pig who'd built his house of STRAW?
+ The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
+ And said, 'That pig has had his chips.'
+
=head2 v5.24.1 - Charles Dodgson [as "Lewis Carroll"], "The Hunting of the Snark", Fit 4: The Hunting
L<Announced on 2017-01-14 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242259.html>
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
+=head2 v5.22.4 - Roald Dahl, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-15 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245526.html>
+
+ Then Little Red Riding Hood said, 'But Grandma,
+ what a lovely great big furry coat you have on.'
+ 'That's wrong!' cried Wolf. 'Have you forgot
+ 'To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
+ 'Ah well, no matter what you say,
+ 'I'm going to eat you anyway.'
+ 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 v5.22.4-RC1 - Roald Dahl, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-01 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245293.html>
+
+ As soon as Wolf began to feel
+ That he would like a decent meal,
+ He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
+ When Grandma opened it, she saw
+ The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
+ And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
+ Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
+ 'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
+ And she was absolutely right.
+ He ate her up in one big bite.
+
=head2 v5.22.3 - Charles Dodgson [as "Lewis Carroll"], "Phantasmagoria", Canto 6: Discomfyture
L<Announced on 2017-01-14 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242258.html>
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