=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>
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: 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.
+ 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: 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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