=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=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
+ restraint of impulse for the sake of some one supreme aim that you
+ have set yourself, it is likely that the aim will become increasingly
+ distasteful because of the efforts that it demands; impulse, denied
+ its normal outlets, will find others, probably in spite; pleasure, if
+ you allow yourself any at all, will be dissociated from the main
+ current of your life, and will become Bacchic and frivolous. Such
+ pleasure brings no happiness, but only a deeper despair.
+
+ -- 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>
+
+ I've got the life
+ And I'm gonna keep it
+ I've got the life
+ And nobody's gonna take it away
+ I've got the life
+
+=head2 v5.26.0-RC2 - Richard Condon, The Manchurian Candidate
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-23 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244511.html>
+
+ Amateur psychiatric prognosis can be fascinating when there is
+ absolutely nothing else to do.
+
+=head2 v5.26.0-RC1 - Thomas Paine, Common Sense
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-11 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244337.html>
+
+ A long habit of not thinking a thing WRONG, gives it a superficial
+ appearance of being RIGHT, and raises at first a formidable outcry in
+ defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more
+ converts than reason.
+
+=head2 v5.25.12 - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
+
+L<Announced on 2017-04-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/04/msg244146.html>
+
+ I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take
+ part in massacres, and that the news of massacres of enemies is not
+ to fill them with satisfaction or glee.
+
+ I have also told them not to work for companies which make massacre
+ machinery, and to express contempt for people who think we need
+ machinery like that.
+
+=head2 v5.25.11 - Daniel Kahneman, Thinking, Fast and Slow
+
+L<Announced on 2017-03-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/03/msg243624.html>
+
+ Subjective confidence in a judgment is not a reasoned evaluation of
+ the probability that this judgment is correct. Confidence is a
+ feeling, which reflects the coherence of the information and the
+ cognitive ease of processing it. It is wise to take admissions of
+ uncertainty seriously, but declarations of high confidence mainly
+ tell you that an individual has constructed a coherent story in his
+ mind, not necessarily that the story is true.
+
+=head2 v5.25.10 - Erich Fried, 1968
+
+L<Announced on 2017-02-20 by Renee Bäcker|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/02/msg243173.html>
+
+ He who wants the world to remain as it is
+ doesn't want it to remain.
+
+=head2 v5.25.9 - A. A. Milne, "Winnie-the-Pooh", 1926
+
+L<Announced on 2017-01-20 by Abigail|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242405.html>
+
+ Pooh always liked a little something at eleven o'clock in the
+ morning, and he was very glad to see Rabbit getting out the plates
+ and mugs; and when Rabbit said, "Honey or condensed milk with
+ your bread?" he was so excited that he said, "Both," and then,
+ so as not to seem greedy, he added, "But don't bother about the
+ bread, please."
+
+=head2 v5.25.8 - Langston Hughes, So long
+
+L<Announced on 2016-12-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/12/msg241739.html>
+
+ So long
+ is in the song
+ and it's in the way you're gone
+ but it's like a foreign language
+ in my mind
+ and maybe was I blind
+ I could not see
+ and would not know
+ you're gone so long
+ so long.
+
+=head2 v5.25.7 - J.R.R. Tolkien, "The Silmarillion"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-11-20 by Chad 'Exodist' Granum|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/11/msg241120.html>
+
+ Of Beren and Lúthien
+
+ Among the tales of sorrow and of ruin that come down to us from the darkness of
+ those days there are yet some in which amid weeping there is joy and under the
+ shadow of death light that endures. And of these histories most fair still in
+ the ears of the Elves is the tale of Beren and Lúthien. Of their lives was made
+ the Lay of Leithian, Release from Bondage, which is the longest save one of the
+ songs concerning the world of old; but here is told in fewer words and without
+ song.
+
+=head2 v5.25.6 - Alan Warner, "The Sopranos"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-10-10 by Aaron Crane|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/10/msg240406.html>
+
+ I'm up on all the pop trivia, says the guy with the stud in his tongue.
+ Are you?
+ Yes. Do you know who he lead singer of Echo and the Bunnymen is?
+ Let me guess, is he called Echo?
+ Good guess but no, anyway when they played Glastonbury it was so
+ muddy he had two roadies to hold up a binliner on each of his legs so
+ they wouldn't get covered in mud.
+ That's what being rich and famous is all about, having someone
+ else hold up your binliners on each leg when you're wandering across
+ a sea of shite.
+ Do you know what Sammy Davis Junior said being black and famous in
+ America meant?
+ No.
+ He said being black and famous in America meant he could be
+ refused entry to exclusive clubs and restaurants that other people
+ could only ever dream of going to. Do you know Michael Stipe likes to
+ send his remote control toy cars onto stage while his support band are
+ playing to freak them out?
+ Who's Michael Stipe?
+ You're not really a pop trivia person, are you, Kylah?
+ No, I'm not, Stephen.
+
+=head2 v5.25.5 - Philip K. Dick, VALIS
+
+L<Announced on 2016-09-20 by Stevan Little|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/09/msg239887.html>
+
+ We hypostatize information into objects. Rearrangement of objects is
+ change in the content of the information; the message has changed.
+ This is a language which we have lost the ability to read. We ourselves
+ are a part of this language; changes in us are changes in the content
+ of the information. We ourselves are information-rich; information
+ enters us, is processed and is then projected outward once more, now
+ in an altered form. We are not aware that we are doing this, that in
+ fact this is all we are doing
+
+=head2 v5.25.4 - Terry Pratchett, "Truckers"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-08-20 by Chris 'BinGOs' Williams|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/08/msg239191.html>
+
+ Concerning Nomes and Time
+
+ Nomes are small. On the whole, small creatures don't live for a long
+ time. But perhaps they do live fast.
+
+ Let me explain.
+
+ One of the shortest-lived creatures on the planet Earth is the adult
+ common mayfly. It lasts for one day. The longest-living things are
+ bristlecone pine trees, at 4,700 years and still counting.
+
+ This may seem tough on the mayflies. But the important thing is not
+ how long your life is, but how long it seems.
+
+ To a mayfly, a single hour may last as long as a century. Perhaps
+ old mayflies sit around complaining about how life this minute isn't a
+ patch on the good old minutes of long ago, when the world was
+ young and the sun seemed so much brighter and larvae showed you a
+ bit of respect. Whereas the trees, which are not famous to their
+ quick reactions, may just have time to notice the way the sky keeps
+ flickering before the dry rot and woodworm set in.
+
+ It's all a sort of relativity. The faster you live, the more time
+ stretches out. To a nome, a year lasts as long as ten years does to a
+ human. Remember it. Don't let it concern you. They don't. They don't
+ even know.
+
+=head2 v5.25.3 - Edward Lear, ed. Vivien Noakes, "The Complete Nonsense and Other Verse": The Dong with a Luminous Nose
+
+L<Announced on 2016-07-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/07/msg238158.html>
+
+ When awful darkness and silence reign
+ Over the great Gromboolian plain,
+ Through the long, long wintry nights; -
+ When the angry breakers roar
+ As they beat on the rocky shore; -
+ When Storm-clouds brood on the towering heights
+ Of the Hills of the Chankly Bore: -
+
+ Then, through the vast and gloomy dark,
+ There moves what seems a fiery spark,
+ A lonely spark with silvery rays
+ Piercing the coal-black night, -
+ A Meteor strange and bright: -
+ Hither and thither the vision strays,
+ A single lurid light.
+
+ Slowly it wanders, - pauses, - creeps, -
+ Anon it sparkles, - flashes and leaps;
+ And ever as onward it gleaming goes
+ A light on the Bong-tree stems it throws.
+ And those who watch at that midnight hour
+ From Hall or Terrace, or lofty Tower,
+ Cry, as the wild light passes along, -
+ 'The Dong! - the Dong!
+ The wandering Dong through the forest goes!
+ The Dong! the Dong!
+ The Dong with a luminous Nose!'
+
+=head2 v5.25.2 - Dan le Sac Vs Scroobius Pip "Waiting For The Beat To Kick In"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-06-20 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/06/msg237274.html>
+
+ Waiting for the beat to kick in
+ But it never does
+ Waiting for my feet to grow wings
+ That lift me above
+ All of these tiresome things
+ That we know and love
+ Waiting for the beat to kick in
+ But it never does
+
+=head2 v5.25.1 - Eli Pariser, "The Filter Bubble"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-05-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/05/msg236566.html>
+
+Imagine that you're a smart high school student on the low end of the social
+totem pole. You're alienated from adult authority, but unlike many teenagers,
+you're also alienated from the power structures of your peers -- an existence
+that can feel lonely and peripheral. Systems and equations are intuitive, but
+people aren't -- social signals are confusing and messy, difficult to interpret.
+
+Then you discover code. You may be powerless at the lunch table, but code
+gives you power over an infinitely malleable world and opens the door to a
+symbolic system that's perfectly clear and ordered. The jostling for position
+and status fades away. The nagging parental voices disappear. There's just a
+clean, white page for you to fill, an opportunity to build a better place, a
+home, from the ground up.
+
+No wonder you're a geek.
+
+=head2 v5.25.0 - Robert Frost, "The Trial by Existence"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-05-09 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/05/msg236244.html>
+
+ Even the bravest that are slain
+ Shall not dissemble their surprise
+ On waking to find valor reign,
+ Even as on earth, in paradise;
+ And where they sought without the sword
+ Wide fields of asphodel fore’er,
+ 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>
+
+ The Bellman looked uffish, and wrinkled his brow.
+ 'If only you'd spoken before!
+ It's excessively awkward to mention it now,
+ With the Snark, so to speak, at the door!
+
+ 'We should all of us grieve, as you well may believe,
+ If you never were met with again -
+ But surely, my man, when the voyage began,
+ You might have suggested it then?
+
+ 'It's excessively awkward to mention it now -
+ As I think I've already remarked.'
+ And the man they called 'Hi!' replied, with a sigh,
+ 'I informed you the day we embarked.
+
+ 'You may charge me with murder - or want of sense -
+ (We are all of us weak at times):
+ But the slightest approach to a false pretence
+ Was never among my crimes!
+
+ 'I said it in Hebrew - I said it in Dutch -
+ I said it in German and Greek:
+ But I wholly forgot (and it vexes me much)
+ That English is what you speak!'
+
+ ''Tis a pitiful tale,' said the Bellman, whose face
+ Had grown longer at every word:
+ 'But, now that you've stated the whole of your case,
+ More debate would be simply absurd.
+
+ 'The rest of my speech' (he exclaimed to his men)
+ 'You shall hear when I've leisure to speak it.
+ But the Snark is at hand, let me tell you again!
+ 'Tis your glorious duty to seek it!
+
+=head2 v5.24.1-RC5 - John Milton, ed. Gordon Campbell, "Paradise Regained", Book IV
+
+L<Announced on 2017-01-02 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242016.html>
+
+ Thus passed the night so foul, till Morning fair
+ Came forth with pilgrim steps, in amice grey;
+ Who with her radiant finger stilled the roar
+ Of thunder, chased the clouds, and laid the winds,
+ And grisly spectres, which the fiend had raised
+ To tempt the Son of God with terrors dire.
+ And now the sun with more effectual beams
+ Had cheered the face of earth, and dried the wet
+ From drooping plant, or dropping tree; the birds,
+ Who all things now behold more fresh and green,
+ After a night of storm so ruinous,
+ Cleared up their choicest notes in bush and spray,
+ To gratulate the sweet return of morn.
+
+=head2 v5.24.1-RC4 - John Milton, ed. Gordon Campbell, "Paradise Lost", Book II
+
+L<Announced on 2016-10-12 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/10/msg240224.html>
+
+ Before the gates there sat
+ On either side a formidable shape;
+ The one seemed woman to the waste, and fair,
+ But ended foul in many a scaly fold,
+ Voluminous and vast -- a serpent armed
+ With mortal sting; about her middle round
+ A cry of hell hounds never ceasing barked
+ With wide Cerberean mouths full loud, and rung
+ A hideous peal; yet, when they list, would creep,
+ If aught disturbed their noise, into her womb,
+ And kennel there; yet there still barked and howled
+ Within unseen. Far less abhorred than these
+ Vexed Scylla, bathing in the sea that parts
+ Calabria from the hoarse Trinacrian shore;
+ Nor uglier follow the night-hag, when, called
+ In secret, riding through the air she comes,
+ Lured with the smell of infant blood, to dance
+ With Lapland witches, while the labouring moon
+ Eclipses at their charms. The other shape --
+ If shape it might be called that shape had none
+ Distinguishable in member, joint, or limb;
+ Or substance might be called that shadow seemed,
+ For each seemed either -- black it stood as night,
+ Fierce as ten Furies, terrible as hell,
+ And shook a dreadful dart: what seemed his head
+ The likeness of a kingly crown had on.
+ Satan was now at hand, and from his seat
+ The monster moving onward came as fast
+ With horrid strides; hell trembled as he strode.
+
+=head2 v5.24.1-RC3 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers and Barbara Reynolds, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica III: Paradise, Canto XXIII
+
+L<Announced on 2016-08-11 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/08/msg238909.html>
+
+ A bird within the bower of her delight,
+ Quiet upon the nest with her sweet brood
+ Throughout the dark concealment of the night,
+
+ Anxious to look on them and gather food -
+ No weary task for her, for as at play
+ Blithely she toils to seek her fledglings' good -
+
+ Before the time, upon the topmost spray
+ Eager awaits the sun and on the East
+ Fixes her wakeful eye till break of day.
+
+=head2 v5.24.1-RC2 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica II: Purgatory, Canto X
+
+L<Announced on 2016-07-25 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/07/msg238269.html>
+
+ When we had crossed the threshold of that gate
+ Which the soul's evil loves put out of use,
+ Because they make the crooked path seem straight,
+
+ I heard its closing clang ring clamorous,
+ And had I then turned back my eyes to it
+ How could my fault have found the least excuse?
+
+ We had to climb now through a rocky slit
+ Which ran from side to side in many a swerve,
+ As runs the wave in onset and retreat.
+
+ "Now here," the master said, "we must observe
+ Some little caution, hugging now this wall,
+ Now that, upon the far side of the curve."
+
+=head2 v5.24.1-RC1 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica I: Hell, Canto XX
+
+L<Announced on 2016-07-17 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/07/msg238072.html>
+
+ New punishments behoves me sing in this
+ Twentieth canto of my first canticle,
+ Which tells of spirits sunk in the Abyss.
+
+ I now stood ready to observe the full
+ Extent of the new chasm thus laid bare,
+ Drenched as it was in tears most miserable.
+
+ Through the round vale I saw folk drawing near,
+ Weeping and silent, and at such slow pace
+ As Litany processions keep, up here.
+
+ And presently, when I had dropped my gaze
+ Lower than the head, I saw them strangely wried
+ 'Twixt collar-bone and chin, so that the face
+
+ Of each was turned towards his own backside,
+ And backwards must they needs creep with their feet,
+ All power of looking forward being denied.
+
+=head2 v5.24.0 - Robert Frost, "The Black Cottage"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-05-09 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/05/msg236242.html>
+
+ As I sit here, and oftentimes, I wish
+ I could be monarch of a desert land
+ I could devote and dedicate forever
+ To the truths we keep coming back and back to.
+ So desert it would have to be, so walled
+ By mountain ranges half in summer snow,
+ No one would covet it or think it worth
+ The pains of conquering to force change on.
+ Scattered oases where men dwelt, but mostly
+ Sand dunes held loosely in tamarisk
+ Blown over and over themselves in idleness.
+ Sand grains should sugar in the natal dew
+ The babe born to the desert, the sand storm
+ Retard mid-waste my cowering caravans—
+
+ “There are bees in this wall.” He struck the clapboards,
+ Fierce heads looked out; small bodies pivoted.
+ We rose to go. Sunset blazed on the windows.
+
+=head2 v5.24.0-RC5 - The Mountain Goats, "No Children"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-05-04 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/05/msg236198.html>
+
+ And I hope when you think of me years down the line
+ You can't find one good thing to say
+ And I'd hope that if I found the strength to walk out
+ You'd stay the hell out of my way
+
+ I am drowning, there is no sign of land
+ You are coming down with me, hand in unlovable hand
+
+=head2 v5.24.0-RC4 - The Joker in "The Killing Joke"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-05-02 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/05/msg236145.html>
+
+"See, there were these two guys in a lunatic asylum…"
+
+=head2 v5.24.0-RC3 - Jesse Vincent
+
+L<Announced on 2016-04-27 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/04/msg236066.html>
+
+The Great Pumpkin is a Santa-Claus like figure. He does bring toys like
+Santa. But unlike Santa, who gives away toys because it's his job, he
+gives away toys because it's the right thing to do.
+
+=head2 v5.24.0-RC2 - Joseph Heller, "Catch-22"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-04-23 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/04/msg235999.html>
+
+“How do you feel, Yossarian?”
+
+“Fine. No, I’m very frightened.”
+
+“That’s good,” said Major Danby. “It proves you’re still alive. It won’t
+be fun.”
+
+Yossarian started out. “Yes it will.”
+
+“I mean it, Yossarian. You’ll have to keep on your toes every minute of
+every day. They’ll bend heaven and earth to catch you.”
+
+“I’ll keep on my toes every minute.”
+
+“You’ll have to jump.”
+
+“I’ll jump.”
+
+“Jump!” Major Danby cried.
+
+Yossarian jumped.
+
+Nately’s [girl] was hiding just outside the door. The knife came down,
+missing him by inches, and he took off.
+
+=head2 v5.24.0-RC1 - Robert Frost, "The Census-Taker"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-04-14 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/04/msg235807.html>
+
+ Nothing was left to do that I could see
+ Unless to find that there was no one there
+ And declare to the cliffs too far for echo,
+ "The place is desert, and let whoso lurks
+ In silence, if in this he is aggrieved,
+ Break silence now or be forever silent.
+ Let him say why it should not be declared so."
+ The melancholy of having to count souls
+ Where they grow fewer and fewer every year
+ Is extreme where they shrink to none at all.
+ It must be I want life to go on living.
+
+=head2 v5.23.9 - Tom Kitchin, "from nature to plate"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-03-20 by Abigail|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/03/msg235251.html>
+
+Spring
+
+Spring is the proper beginning of my kitchen and a season that I
+look forward to with great anticipation. By the time spring arrives
+I am desperate to welcome all the spring produce into my kitchen
+and I long to work with fresh green vegetables again. As much as I
+love root vegetables, such as celeriac and parsnips, and the heaver
+meat and game dishes, I'm ready to leave those behind with winter
+and begin a new adventure.
+
+Somehow spring always gives me a little bit of bounce in my feet
+-- I feel like I want to kick off my shoes and dance around in my
+kitchen. Not that I do, of course, but I feel lighter somehow. My
+adrenalin kicks in with spring and so does the level of excitement,
+as I think about all the produce that is about to come in.
+
+The moment spring arrives I'm eager to cook peas, broad beans, green
+asparagus and other fresh vegetables! I want to create lighter,
+brighter dishes and I can't wait to get my hands on the first greens
+and the first morels, not to mention the first wild Scottish salmon.
+Thanks to my network of trusted suppliers, I always get to first
+produce of the season delivered to my restaurant as soon as it is
+possible. I want my customers to experience and understand the
+beauty of locally grown produce and to try things the minute they
+are available so they can taste how incredibly fresh the ingredients
+are. I also want them to understand the relationship between
+seasonality and flavours. One of the most important things to
+remember is to allow the seasons to inspire your dishes and help
+you make natural matches. Wild spring herbs, such as sorrel, sweet
+cicely and wild garlic, as well as spring salad leaves and green
+lettuce served with wild salmon, wild sea trout, lamb or rabbit are
+marriages made in heaven.
+
+
+=head2 v5.23.8 - Patrick Rothfuss, "The Wise Man's Fear (The Kingkiller's Chronicle: Day Two)"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-02-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/02/msg234535.html>
+
+Denna, on the other hand, had never been trained. She knew nothing
+of shortcuts. You'd think she'd be forced to wander the city, lost and
+helpless, trapped in a twisting maze of mortared stone.
+
+But instead, she simply walked throught the walls. She didn't know
+any better. Nobody had ever told her she couldn't. Because of this,
+she moved through the city like some faerie creature. She walked roads
+no one else could see, and it made her music wild and strange and
+free.
+
+=head2 v5.23.7 - William Gibson, "Neuromancer"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-01-20 by Stevan Little|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/01/msg233856.html>
+
+A year here and he still dreamed of cyberspace, hope fading
+nightly. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and
+the corners he cut in Night City, and he'd still see the matrix
+in his dreams, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that
+colourless void...The Sprawl was a long, strange way home now
+over the Pacific, and he was no Console Man, no cyberspace
+cowboy. Just another hustler, trying to make it through. But
+the dreams came on in the Japanese night like livewire voodoo,
+and he'd cry for it, cry in his sleep, and wake alone in the
+dark, curled in his capsule in some coffin hotel, hands clawed
+into the bedslab, temper foam bunched between his fingers,
+trying to reach the console that wasn't there.
+
+=head2 v5.23.6 - 5.23 Episode VII
+
+L<Announced on 2015-12-21 by David Golden|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/12/msg233475.html>
+
+ A long time ago in microseconds, in a galaxy not very far away...
+
+ 5.23 Episode VII
+ THE FUZZ AWAKENS
+
+ It is a period of
+ unrest as separatists
+ announce their intentions
+ to fork PERL and return the
+ galaxy to speed and stability.
+
+ Chancellor Rik Hoolian struggles
+ to hold together the remains of the
+ once mighty Republic against a tide of
+ incivility and the depredations of a new
+ foe, the FUZZ RAIDERS.
+
+ Meanwhile, after 15 years of preparation and
+ high expectations, Supreme Leader Toady prepares
+ to unleash a devastating new weapon, PERL SIXDOTOH,
+ that could splinter the Republic forever and usher in
+ a new Empire of gradual typing....
+
+=head2 v5.23.5 - utastro!nather (Ed Nather), "The Story of Mel", in net.jokes, May 21, 1983.
+
+L<Announced on 2015-11-20 by Abigail|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/11/msg232758.html>
+
+After Mel had left the company for greener pa$ture$, the Big Boss asked
+me to look at the code and see if I could find the test and reverse it.
+Somewhat reluctantly, I agreed to look. Tracking Mel's code was a real
+adventure.
+
+I have often felt that programming is an art form, whose real value can
+only be appreciated by another versed in the same arcane art; there are
+lovely gems and brilliant coups hidden from human view and admiration,
+sometimes forever, by the very nature of the process. You can learn a
+lot about an individual just by reading through his code, even in
+hexadecimal. Mel was, I think, an unsung genius.
+
+Perhaps my greatest shock came when I found an innocent loop that had
+no test in it. No test. None. Common sense said it had to be a closed
+loop, where the program would circle, forever, endlessly. Program
+control passed right through it, however, and safely out the other side.
+It took me two weeks to figure it out.
+
+The RPC-4000 computer had a really modern facility called an index
+register. It allowed the programmer to write a program loop that used
+an indexed instruction inside; each time through, the number in the
+index register was added to the address of that instruction, so it
+would refer to the next datum in a series. He had only to increment
+the index register each time through. Mel never used it.
+
+Instead, he would pull the instruction into a machine register, add one
+to its address, and store it back. He would then execute the modified
+instruction right from the register. The loop was written so this
+additional execution time was taken into account -- just as this
+instruction finished, the next one was right under the drum's read head,
+ready to go. But the loop had no test in it.
+
+The vital clue came when I noticed the index register bit, the bit that
+lay between the address and the operation code in the instruction word,
+was turned on -- yet Mel never used the index register, leaving it zero
+all the time. When the light went on it nearly blinded me.
+
+He had located the data he was working on near the top of memory -- the
+largest locations the instructions could address -- so, after the last
+datum was handled, incrementing the instruction address would make it
+overflow. The carry would add one to the operation code, changing it to
+the next one in the instruction set: a jump instruction. Sure enough,
+the next program instruction was in address location zero, and the
+program went happily on its way.
+
+=head2 v5.23.4 - Denis Diderot, trans. David Coward, "Jacques the Fatalist"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-10-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/10/msg232040.html>
+
+Well, everybody's got a dog. The prime minister is the king's dog. The
+first secretary is the prime minister's dog. A wife is a husband's dog,
+or a husband is a wife's dog. Favourite is Madame So-and-so's dog and
+Thibaut is the man on the corner's dog. When my Master tells me to talk
+when I'd prefer not to, which to be honest doesn't happen very often,
+when he tells me to shut up when I feel like talking, which I find very
+difficult, when he asks me to tell the story of my love-life and then
+keeps interrupting, what am I if not his dog? Weak men are the dogs of
+strong men.
+
+=head2 v5.23.3 - Oliver Wendell Holmes, "The Deacon’s Masterpiece or The Wonderful 'One-Hoss Shay': A Logical Story"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-09-20 by Peter Martini|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/09/msg231173.html>
+
+ Little of of all we value here
+ Wakes on the morn of its hundredth year
+ Without both feeling and looking queer.
+ In fact, there’s nothing that keeps its youth,
+ So far as I know, but a tree and truth.
+ (This is a moral that runs at large;
+ Take it. — You’re welcome. — No extra charge.)
+
=head2 v5.23.2 - Blind Guardian, "Skalds and Shadows"
-L<Announced on 2015-08-20 by Matthew Horsfall|http://TBD>
+L<Announced on 2015-08-20 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/08/msg230298.html>
Would you believe in a night like this
A night like this, when visions come true
Will chase the sun into the morning
Beyond the sky, beyond the sea.
-=head2 v5.23.0 - Bob Dylan, Maggie's Farm
+=head2 v5.23.0 - Bob Dylan, "Maggie's Farm"
L<Announced on 2015-06-20 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/06/msg228807.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>
+
+ As one who strives a hill to climb,
+ Who never climbed before:
+ Who finds it, in a little time,
+ Grow every moment less sublime,
+ And votes the thing a bore:
+
+ Yet, having once begun to try,
+ Dares not desert his quest,
+ But, climbing, ever keeps his eye
+ On one small hut against the sky
+ Wherein he hopes to rest:
+
+ Who climbs till nerve and force are spent,
+ With many a puff and pant:
+ Who still, as rises the ascent,
+ In language grows more violent,
+ Although in breath more scant:
+
+ Who, climbing, gains at length the place
+ That crowns the upward track:
+ And, entering with unsteady pace,
+ Receives a buffet in the face
+ That lands him on his back:
+
+ And feels himself, like one in sleep,
+ Glide swiftly down again,
+ A helpless weight, from steep to steep,
+ Till, with a headlong giddy sweep,
+ He drops upon the plain -
+
+ So I, that had resolved to bring
+ Conviction to a ghost,
+ And found it quite a different thing
+ From any human arguing,
+ Yet dared not quit my post.
+
+=head2 v5.22.3-RC5 - John Milton, ed. Gordon Campbell, "Paradise Regained", Book II
+
+L<Announced on 2017-01-02 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242017.html>
+
+ Thus wore out night; and now the herald lark
+ Left his ground-nest, high towering to descry
+ The Morn's approach, and greet her with his song;
+ As lightly from his grassy couch up rose
+ Our Saviour, and found all was but a dream;
+ Fasting he went to sleep, and fasting waked.
+ Up to a hill anon his steps he reared,
+ From whose high top to ken the prospect round,
+ If cottage were in view, sheep-cote, or herd;
+ But cottage, herd, or sheep-cote, none he saw --
+ Only in a bottom saw a pleasant grove,
+ With chant of tuneful birds resounding loud;
+ Thither he bent his way, determined there
+ To rest at noon, and entered soon the shade,
+ High-roofed and walks beneath, and alleys brown,
+ That opened in the midst a woody scene;
+ Nature's own work it seemed (Nature taught Art),
+ And, to a superstitious eye, the haunt
+ Of wood-gods and wood-nymphs.
+
+=head2 v5.22.3-RC4 - John Milton, ed. Gordon Campbell, "Paradise Lost", Book II
+
+L<Announced on 2016-10-12 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/10/msg240223.html>
+
+ Far off from these, a slow and silent stream,
+ Lethe, the river of oblivion, rolls
+ Her watery labyrinth, whereof who drinks
+ Forthwith his former state and being forgets --
+ Forgets both joy and grief, pleasure and pain.
+ Beyond this flood a frozen continent
+ Lies dark and wild, beat with perpetual storms
+ Of Whirlwind and dire hail, which on firm land
+ Thaws not, but gathers heap, and ruin seems
+ Of ancient pile; all else deep snow and ice,
+ A gulf profound as that Serbonian bog
+ Betwixt Damiata and Mount Casius old,
+ Where armies whole have sunk: the parching air
+ Burns frore, and cold performs the effect of fire.
+ Thither, by harpy-footed Furies haled,
+ At certain revolutions all the damned
+ Are brought; and feel by turns the bitter change
+ Of fierce extremes, extremes by change more fierce,
+ From beds of raging fire to starve in ice
+ Their soft ethereal warmth, and there to pine
+ Immovable, infixed, and frozen round
+ Periods of time -- thence hurried back to fire.
+ They ferry over this Lethean sound
+ Both to and fro, their sorrow to augment,
+ And wish and struggle, as they pass, to reach
+ The tempting stream, with one small drop to lose
+ In sweet forgetfulness all pain and woe,
+ All in one moment, and so near the brink;
+ But fate withstands, and, to oppose the attempt,
+ Medusa with Gorgonian terror guards
+ The ford, and of itself the water flies
+ All taste of living wight, as once it fled
+ The lip of Tantalus.
+
+=head2 v5.22.3-RC3 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers and Barbara Reynolds, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica III: Paradise, Canto IV
+
+L<Announced on 2016-08-11 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/08/msg238908.html>
+
+ Between two dishes, equally attractive
+ And near to him, a free man, I suppose,
+ Would starve to death before his teeth got active;
+
+ So would a lamb 'twixt two fierce wolfish foes,
+ Fearing the fangs both ways, not stir a foot;
+ So would a deerhound halt between two does;
+
+ So I can't blame myself for standing mute,
+ Nor praise myself: for I must needs so do,
+ Suspended 'twixt two doubts, alike acute.
+
+=head2 v5.22.3-RC2 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica II: Purgatory, Canto I
+
+L<Announced on 2016-07-25 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/07/msg238270.html>
+
+ For better waters heading with the wind
+ My ship of genius now shakes out her sail
+ And leaves that ocean of despair behind;
+
+ For to the second realm I tune my tale,
+ Where human spirits purge themselves, and train
+ To leap up into joy celestial.
+
+ Now from the grave wake poetry again,
+ O sacred Muses I have served so long!
+ Now let Calliope uplift her strain
+
+ And lift my voice up on the mighty song
+ That smote the miserable Magpies nine
+ Out of all hope of pardon for their wrong!
+
+=head2 v5.22.3-RC1 - Dante Alighieri, trans. Dorothy L. Sayers, "The Divine Comedy", Cantica I: Hell, Canto XII
+
+L<Announced on 2016-07-17 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/07/msg238071.html>
+
+ The place we came to, to descend the brink from,
+ Was sheer crag; and there was a Thing there - making,
+ All told, a prospect any eye would shrink from.
+
+ Like the great landslide that rushed downward, shaking
+ The bank of Adige on this side Trent,
+ (Whether through faulty shoring or the earth's quaking)
+
+ So that the rock, down from the summit rent
+ Far as the plain, lies strewn, and one might crawl
+ From top to bottom by that unsure descent,
+
+ Such was the precipice; and there we spied,
+ Topping the cleft that split the rocky wall,
+ That which was wombed in the false heifer's side,
+
+ The infamy of Crete, stretched out a-sprawl;
+ And seeing us, he gnawed himself, like one
+ Inly devoured with spite and burning gall.
+
+=head2 v5.22.2 - Gaston Leroux, trans. Mireille Ribière, "The Phantom of the Opera"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-04-29 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/04/msg236120.html>
+
+A silence; and then: 'If, in just two minutes' time by my watch--and a
+splendid watch it is--you have not turned the scorpion, mademoiselle, I
+shall turn the grasshopper... and the grasshopper, remember, _leaps
+straight up into the air!_'
+The silence that ensued was terrifying, worse than any we had
+experienced before. I knew that when Erik spoke with that quiet,
+gentle, slightly weary voice, it meant that he had reached the end of
+his tether: that he was capable of the most abominable crimes or the
+most selfless devotion; that the slightest irritation might unleash a
+storm.
+Realizing that our fate was out of our hands, the Viscount fell to his
+knees and prayed. As for me, I pressed both hands to my chest, for my
+heart was pounding so fiercely that I thought it would burst. We were
+intensely aware of the excruciating dilemma Christine Daaé faced in
+those final seconds. We understood why she hesitated to turn the
+scorpion. What if the scorpion, rather than the grasshopper, were to
+set off the explosion? What if Erik was simply intent on destroying
+everything, regardless?
+At last he spoke: 'The two minutes are up,' he said in a soft, angelic
+voice. 'Goodbye, mademoiselle. Off you go, little grasshopper!'
+
+=head2 v5.22.2-RC1 - Gaston Leroux, trans. Mireille Ribière, "The Phantom of the Opera"
+
+L<Announced on 2016-04-10 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2016/04/msg235732.html>
+
+This annual ball was quite a magnificent affair. It was given some time
+before Shrovetide to celebrate the birthday of a famous illustrator
+whose pencil had immortalized, in the style of Gavarni, the extravagant
+carnival parade down La Courtille. As such, the ball was an altogether
+merrier, noisier and more Bohemian occasion than was usual for a masked
+ball. Many artists had arranged to meet there; they arrived with an
+entourage of models and pupils, who, by midnight, had become quite
+boisterous.
+Raoul climbed the grand staircase at five minutes to midnight. He did
+not linger to admire the many-coloured costumes on display all the way
+up the marble steps of one of the most luxurious settings in the world;
+nor did he allow himself to be drawn into the facetious conversation of
+masked guests. He simply ignored all the jesting remarks, and shook off
+the attentions of several all too merry couples.
+Crossing the big crush-room and escaping from the dancers' farandole
+that had encircled him awhile, he at last entered the salon mentioned by
+Christine in her letter. The small room was crammed with people either
+on their way to supper at the restaurant in the Rotunda or back from
+raising a glass of champagne.
+In the midst of the gay and lively hubbub, Raoul thought that, for their
+mysterious assignation, Christine must have preferred this crowd to some
+lonely corner.
+He leaned against a door-jamb and waited. He did not have to wait long;
+a black domino passed him and deftly touched his hand. He understood
+that it was Christine and followed her.
+'Is that you, Christine?' he murmured, barely moving his slips.
+The black domino promptly looked back and raised her finger to her lips,
+no doubt to caution him against uttering her name again. Raoul followed
+on in silence.
+
+=head2 v5.22.1 - Wilhelm Müller, trans. Anon., "Courage" (No. 22 in Schubert's song-cycle, "Winterreise")
+
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+
+ If the snow flies in my face,
+ Let me shake it off me!
+ If my heart within me speaks,
+ I'll sing bright and gaily!
+
+ Will not listen what it says,
+ Have no ears for moaning.
+ Do not feel what it complains,--
+ Only fools like groaning!
+
+ Jolly brave into the world,
+ 'Gainst all wind and weather,--
+ If there is no God on earth,
+ Let 's be gods down nether!
+
+=head2 v5.22.1-RC4 - Wilhelm Müller, trans. Anon., "The Signpost" (No. 20 in Schubert's song-cycle, "Winterreise")
+
+L<Announced on 2015-12-08 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/12/msg233215.html>
+
+ Why do I shun all those highways
+ Which the other wanderer seeks?
+ Why do I find bridged by-ways
+ Through snow-covered deep creeks?
+
+ For I have no crime committed,
+ Why I should now run from men,--
+ What demented heart's desire
+ Drives me to a desert glen?
+
+ Signposts on all highways stationed
+ Point their signs toward the towns,
+ Whilst I wonder 'yond moderation,
+ Without rest, yet seeking rest!
+
+ One such signpost I see planted
+ Of my question unconcerned,
+ One road must my choice be granted,
+ Whence no man has yet returned!
+
+=head2 v5.22.1-RC3 - Wilhelm Müller, trans. Anon., "Stormy Morning" (No. 18 in Schubert's song-cycle, "Winterreise")
+
+L<Announced on 2015-12-02 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/12/msg233032.html>
+
+ How the storm tore rents
+ In heavens gray attired!
+ The rags of cloud are flying
+ Around, of combat tired.
+
+ And flames of fire lambent,
+ Fly between them and part,
+ That 's what I call a morning,
+ A morning after my heart!
+
+ My heart sees in the heavens
+ Its own picture unspoilt--
+ It's nothing but the Winter,
+ The Winter, cold and wild.
+
+=head2 v5.22.1-RC2 - Wilhelm Müller, trans. Anon., "The Old Head" (No. 14 in Schubert's song-cycle, "Winterreise")
+
+L<Announced on 2015-11-15 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/11/msg232632.html>
+
+ The hoary frost has a white sheen
+ Strewn all over my hair,
+ So I thought I was an old man
+ And thought life dealt me fair.
+
+ Yet soon was thawed my old white mane,
+ And I have my black hair again.
+ How I abhor my young fair years,
+ How long to wait for death and biers?
+
+ From setting sun to morning's hue
+ Many a head turns white.
+ Who'll credit it? My hair did not
+ In all this lifelong plight!
+
+=head2 v5.22.1-RC1 - Wilhelm Müller, trans. Anon., "Will-o'-the Wisp" (No. 9 in Schubert's song-cycle, "Winterreise")
+
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+
+ In the deepest rocky crevice
+ A will-o'-the wisp lured me;
+ How I could find my way from here,
+ For me it's easy memory!
+
+ For I am used to straying ways,
+ Every path to th'end a way,
+ All our joys and all our suffering,--
+ To a will-o'-the wisp it 's all play!
+
+ Through the dried-up bed of torrents
+ I quite calmly downward stroll;
+ Every stream its sea will enter,
+ Every suffering finds its goal!
+
=head2 v5.22.0 - Gene Wolfe, The Citadel of the Autarch
L<Announced on 2015-06-01 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/06/msg228300.html>
Till the work its master honour.
Blessing comes from Heaven’s Donor.
+=head2 v5.20.3 - Elias Lönnrot, trans. Keith Bosley, "The Kalevala", Canto 42: Stealing the Sampo
+
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+
+ Steady old Väinämöinen
+ uttered a word and spoke thus:
+ 'No lilting on the waters
+ and no singing on the waves!
+ Song keeps you lazy
+ tales delay rowing.
+ Precious day would pass and night
+ would overtake us midway
+ on these wide waters
+ upon these vast waves.'
+
+ The wanton Lemminkäinen
+ uttered a word and spoke thus:
+ 'The time will pass anyway
+ the fair day will flee
+ and the night will come panting
+ and the twilight will steal in
+ if you don't sing while you live
+ nor hum in this world.'
+
+=head2 v5.20.3-RC2 - Anon., trans. Malcolm C. Lyons, "The Story of Abu Muhammad the Idle and the Marvels He Encountered with the Ape As Well As the Marvels of the Seas and Islands", from "Tales of the Marvellous and News of the Strange"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-08-29 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/08/msg230544.html>
+
+'I fled from Basra, sad and tearful, with no idea where I was going,
+and I was reciting these lines:
+
+ The pain of parting makes me melt away,
+ As lovers do when those they love are harsh.
+ I wonder at the patience that I showed
+ When I had lost my love, for that was wonderful.
+ Beloved, do you know that since you left,
+ I have remained confused in misery.
+
+I then heard a voice that said: "Damn you, have you no fear of
+Almighty God that you hand over a girl to an unbelieving 'ifrit?" I
+walked for a time amongst the palm-trees until I caught sight of a
+person, whom I approached. When I asked him who he was he said: "I
+am one of the jinn who were converted to Islam at the hands of 'Ali
+ibn Abi Talib, may God ennoble him." "How can I get to my wife?" I
+asked him, and he said: "Wretched fellow, you had a bird which you
+allowed to fly away and now you want to fly after it." But he
+added: "Follow this road with God's blessing all night until dawn
+and then by the shore you will see a huge cave in which there is an
+idol made of white stone. You must drink of the water that there is
+coming out of the cave and smear your face with its mud. Stay there
+and a barge will pass you as you stand opposite the statue. Various
+different creatures will emerge, heads without bodies and bodies
+without heads, and they will prostrate themselves in adoration to
+the idol rather than to Almighty God. When you see that, embark on
+the barge and cross to the other bank and walk along it until
+sunset. On a high point you will see a castle built of bricks of
+gold and silver. That is where your 'ifrit will be. I have now
+told you about this, so goodbye."
+
=head2 v5.20.3-RC1 - Anon., trans. Malcolm C. Lyons, "The Story of Abu Muhammad the Idle and the Marvels He Encountered with the Ape As Well As the Marvels of the Seas and Islands", from "Tales of the Marvellous and News of the Strange"
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