=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=head2 v5.17.2 - Terry Pratchet, "The Colour of Magic"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-06-21 by TonyC|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/07/msg189828.html>
+
+‘I knew it,’ said Rincewind. ‘We're in a strong magical field.’
+
+Twoflower and Hrun looked around the little hollow where they had made
+their noonday halt. Then they looked at each other.
+
+The horses were quietly cropping the rich grass by the stream. Yellow
+butterflies skittered among the bushes. There was a smell of thyme
+and a buzzing of bees. The wild pigs on the spit sizzled gently.
+
+Hrun shrugged and went back to oiling his biceps. They gleamed.
+
+‘Looks alright to me,’ he said.
+
+‘Try tossing a coin,’ said Rincewind.
+
+‘What?’
+
+‘Go on. Toss a coin.’
+
+‘Hokay,’ said Hrun. 'If that gives you any pleasure.’ He reached into
+his pouch and withdrew a handful of loose change plundered from a
+dozen realms. With some care he selected a Zchloty leaden
+quarter-iotum and balanced it on a purple thumbnail.
+
+‘You call,’ he said. ‘Heads or—’ he inspected the obverse with
+an air of intense concentration, ‘some sort of a fish with legs.’
+
+‘When it's in the air,’ said Rincewind. Hrun grinned and flicked his thumb.
+
+The iotum rose, spinning.
+
+‘Edge,’ said Rincewind, without looking at it.
+
+=head2 v5.17.1 - Rand Miller, "Myst: The Book of Ti'ana"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-06-20 by doy|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/06/msg188354.html>
+
+On their return from Ko'ah, Aitrus had shown her the Book, patiently
+taking her through page after page, and showing her how such an Age was
+"made." She had seen at once the differences between this archaic form
+and the ordinary written speech of the D'ni, noting how it was not
+merely more elaborate but more specific: a language of precise yet
+subtle descriptive power. Yet seeing was one thing, believing another.
+Given all the evidence, her rational mind still fought against accepting
+it.
+
+=head2 v5.17.0 - Charles Stross, "Singularity Sky"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-05-26 by Zefram|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/05/msg187214.html>
+
+`Welcome, comrades!' Burya opened his arms toward the soldier.
+`Yes it is true! With help from our allies of the Festival, the iron
+hand of the reactionary junta is about to be overthrown for all time!
+The new economy is being born; the marginal cost of production has
+been abolished, and from now on, if any item is produced once, it can
+be replicated infinitely. From each according to his imagination,
+to each according to his needs! Join us or better still, bring your
+fellow soldiers and workers to join us!'
+
+There was a sharp bang from the roof of the Corn Exchange, right at the
+climax of his impromptu speech; heads turned in alarm. Something had
+broken inside the spork factory and a stream of rainbow-hued plastic
+implements fountained toward the sky and clattered to the cobblestones
+on every side, like a harbinger of the postindustrial society to come.
+Workers and peasants alike stared in open-mouthed bewilderment at this
+astounding display of productivity, then bent to scrabble in the muck
+for the brightly colored sporks of revolution. A volley of shots rang
+out and Burya Rubenstein raised his hands, grinning wildly, to accept
+the salute of the soldiers from the Skull Hill garrison.
+
+=head2 v5.16.0 - W.H. Auden - September 1, 1939
+
+L<Announced on 2012-05-20 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-05/msg00728.html>
+
+ All I have is a voice
+ To undo the folded lie,
+ The romantic lie in the brain
+ Of the sensual man-in-the-street
+ And the lie of Authority
+ Whose buildings grope the sky:
+ There is no such thing as the State
+ And no one exists alone;
+ Hunger allows no choice
+ To the citizen or the police;
+ We must love one another or die.
+
+ -- W.H. Auden, September 1, 1939
+
+=head2 v5.15.9 - Bob Dylan - Blowin' In The Wind
+
+L<Announced on 2012-03-20 by
+Abigail|http://nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/184824>
+
+ How many roads must a man walk down
+ Before you call him a man?
+ Yes, 'n' how many seas must a white dove sail
+ Before she sleeps in the sand?
+ Yes, 'n' how many times must the cannonballs fly
+ Before they're forever banned?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ How many years can a mountain exist
+ Before it's washed to the sea?
+ Yes, 'n' how many years can some people exist
+ Before they're allowed to be free?
+ Yes, 'n' how many times can a man turn his head
+ Pretending he just doesn't see?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ How many times must a man look up
+ Before he can see the sky?
+ Yes, 'n' how many ears must one man have
+ Before he can hear people cry?
+ Yes, 'n' how many deaths will it take till he knows
+ That too many people have died?
+ The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind
+ The answer is blowin' in the wind
+
+ -- Bob Dylan, Spring 1962
+
+=head2 v5.15.8 - The KLF - The Manual-How To Have A Number One The Easy Way
+
+L<Announced on 2012-02-20 by Max
+Maischein|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/02/msg183919.html>
+
+ "Doctor Who, hey Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, in the Tardis
+ Doctor Who, hey Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, Doc, Doctor Who
+ Doctor Who, Doc, Doctor Who"
+
+Gibberish of course, but every lad in the country under a certain
+age related instinctively to what it was about. The ones slightly
+older needed a couple of pints inside them to clear away the mind
+debris left by the passing years before it made sense. As for
+girls and our chorus, we think they must have seen it as pure crap.
+A fact that must have limited to zero our chances of staying at The
+Top for more than one week.
+
+Stock, Aitkin and Waterman, however, are kings of writing chorus
+lyrics that go straight to the emotional heart of the 7" single
+buying girls in this country. Their most successful records will kick
+into the chorus with a line which encapsulates the entire emotional
+meaning of the song. This will obviously be used as the title. As
+soon as Rick Astley hit the first line of the chorus on his debut
+single it was all over - the Number One position was guaranteed:
+
+ "I'm never going to give you up"
+
+=head2 v5.15.7 - Penelope Lively, The Voyage of QV66
+
+L<Announced on 2012-01-20 by Chris 'BinGOs' Williams
+|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/01/msg182230.html>
+
+"Laboratories," announced Henry. "Kindly don't touch anything."
+
+He led us into a long low brick shed. Outside there was a
+notice on a piece of board, crudely printed in red paint,
+which said GRATE SIENCE DISCOVERYS DONE HERE SSSH! BRING YOUR
+OWN BUKKIT NO PINCHING ANYWUN ELSE'S EXPERRYMENTS CANTEEN OPEN
+ALL DAY CHIMPS ONLY.
+
+There were a lot of large black monkeys inside, all intently
+busy on what they were doing. Some of them were pouring stuff
+out of bottles into buckets and carefully stirring the ensuing
+mixture; others were at work with glass tubes and jars, blowing
+and measuring and mixing; others were crouched over long benches
+with tools and heaps of bits and pieces of metal, cutting and
+bending and constructing. There was a great deal of noise and
+chatter. Every now and then one of them would give a whoop of
+excitement and all the others would gather round and jump up and
+down cheering and applauding.
+
+"Chimps," said Henry. "They're awfully clever."
+
+=head2 v5.15.6 - Ursula K. Leguin, A Wizard of Earthsea
+
+L<Announced on 2011-12-20 by Dave
+Rolsky|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/12/msg180962.html>
+
+Ged had thought that as the prentice of a great mage he would enter at once
+into the mystery and mastery of power. He would understand the language of the
+beasts and the speech of the leaves of the forest, he thought, and sway the
+winds with his word, and learn to change himself into any shape he
+wished. Maybe he and his master would run together as stags, or fly to Re Albi
+over the mountain on the wings of eagles.
+
+But it was not so at all. They wandered, first down into the Vale and then
+gradually south and westward around the mountain, given lodging in little
+villages or spending the night out in the wilderness, like poor
+journeyman-sorcerers, or tinkers, or beggars. They entered no mysterious
+domain. Nothing happened. The mage's oaken staff that Ged had watched at first
+with eager dread was nothing but a stout staff to walk with. Three days went
+by and four days went by and still Ogion had not spoken a single charm in
+Ged's hearing, and had not taught him a single name or rune or spell.
+
+=head2 v5.15.5 - Nikolai Gogol, The Diary of a Madman
+
+L<Announced on 2011-11-20 by Steve
+Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/11/msg179588.html>
+
+This day - is a day of the greatest solemnity! Spain has a king. He has
+been found. I am that king. Only this very day did I learn of it. I
+confess, it came to me suddenly in a flash of lightning. I don't understand
+how I could have thought and imagined that I was a titular councillor. How
+could such a wild notion enter my head? It's a good thing no one thought of
+putting me in an insane asylum. Now everything is laid open before me. Now
+I see everything as on the palm of my hand. And before, I don't understand,
+before everything around me was in some sort of fog. And all this happens, I
+think, because people imagine that the human brain is in the head. Not at
+all: it is brought by a wind from the direction of the Caspian Sea. First
+off, I announced to Mavra who I am. When she heard that the king of Spain
+was standing before her, she clasped her hands and nearly died of fright.
+The stupid woman had never seen a king of Spain before. However, I
+endeavoured to calm her down and assured her in gracious words of my
+benevolence and that I was not at all angry that she sometimes polished my
+boots poorly. They're benighted folk. It's impossible to tell them about
+lofty matters. She got frightened because she's convinced that all kings of
+Spain are like Philip II. But I explained to her that there was no
+resemblance between me and Philip II, and that I didn't have a single
+Capuchin . . . I didn't go to the office . . . To hell with it! No friends,
+you won't lure me there now; I'm not going to copy your vile papers!
+
+ -- Nikolai Gogol, The Diary of a Madman,
+ trans. Richard Pevear and Larissa Volokhonsky
+
+=head2 v5.15.4 - Steve Jobs
+
+L<Announced on 2011-10-20 by Florian
+Ragwitz|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/10/msg178412.html>
+
+A lot of people in our industry haven't had very diverse experiences. So they
+don't have enough dots to connect, and they end up with very linear solutions
+without a broad perspective on the problem. The broader one's understanding of
+the human experience, the better design we will have.
+
+=head2 v5.14.2 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
+
+L<Announced on 2011-09-26 by Florian
+Ragwitz|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/09/msg177618.html>
+
+
+It's not so much that people don't value the programs after they have them--they
+do value them. But they're not the sort of thing that would ever catch on if
+they had to overcome the marketing barrier. (I don't yet know if perl will
+catch on at all--I'm worried enough about it that I specifically included an
+awk-to-perl translator just to help it catch on.) Maybe it's all just an
+inferiority complex. Or maybe I don't like to be mercenary.
+
+So I guess I'd say that the reason some software comes free is that the
+mechanism for selling it is missing, either from the work environment, or from
+the heart of the programmer.
+
+
=head2 v5.15.3 - Oscar Wilde, All Art is Quite Useless
+L<Announced on 2011-09-20 by Stevan
+Little|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/09/msg177427.html>
+
All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath
the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol
do so at their peril.
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 >>
+=head2 v5.14.1 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
L<Announced on 2011-06-16 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173650.html>
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 >>
+=head2 v5.14.0 - L<< Larry Wall, January 12, 1988 <992@devvax.JPL.NASA.GOV> |http://groups.google.com/group/comp.sources.d/msg/5d17fa68c250b9b2 >>
L<Announced on 2011-05-14 by Jesse Vincent|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/05/msg172326.html>
=head2 v5.11.2 - Michael Marshall Smith, "Only Forward"
-L<Announced on 2009-11-20 by |http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/11/msg153646.html>
+L<Announced on 2009-11-20 by Léon Brocard|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2009/11/msg153646.html>
The streets were pretty quiet, which was nice. They're always quiet here
at that time: you have to be wearing a black jacket to be out on the
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