=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=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 v5.18.1 - 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.
+ 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."
+ 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"
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)
+ 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.
+ 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 v5.14.3 - William Shakespeare, As You Like It
-Announced on 2012-10-12 by Dominic Hargreaves
+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,
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.
+ 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
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!
+ 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 2011-06-15 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!
+ 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.
+ 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 >>
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 meE<0x2014>first that Australia could
+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.
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,
+ 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.
[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"
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!
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