+=head2 v5.17.3 - Kris Ta-belle, "Smoked Perl Onion Soup"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2012/08/msg190775.html>
+
+Preparation:
+
+Cut 16 Perl Onions into quarters and put them in a grill smoker rack
+or a perforated pan over a BBQ using hickory wood chips or Special
+Blend Smoker Bisquettes. Smoke them for an hour and remove once they
+look golden brown.
+Let them cool and put them in the fridge (or freezer) until you are
+ready to create the 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)
+
+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.
+
+Enjoy.
+
+=head2 v5.17.2 - Terry Pratchet, "The Colour of Magic"
+
+L<Announced on 2012-07-21 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 v5.16.1 - Emerald Rose - Never Split The Party
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-08 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-08/msg00307.html>
+
+ Don't you know? You never split the party
+ Clerics in the back to keep those fighters hale and hearty
+ The wizard in the middle, where he can shed some light
+ And you never let that damn thief out of sight…
+
+ -- Emerald Rose, Never Split The Party
+
+=head2 v5.16.1 RC1 - Tom Moldvay - Dungeons & Dragons
+
+L<Announced on 2012-08-03 by Ricardo
+Signes|http://www.xray.mpe.mpg.de/mailing-lists/perl5-porters/2012-08/msg00157.html>
+
+I was busy rescuing the captured maiden when the dragon showed up.
+Fifty feed of scaled terror glared down at us with smoldering red eyes.
+Tendrils of smoke drifted out from between fangs larger than daggers.
+The dragon blocked the only exit from the cave.
+
+⋮
+
+I unwrapped the sword which the mysterious cleric had given me. The
+sword was golden-tinted steel. Its hilt was set with a rainbow
+collection of precious gems. I shouted my battle cry and charged
+
+My charge caught the dragon by surprise. Its titanic jaws snapped shut
+inches from my face. I swung the golden sword with both arms. The
+swordblade bit into the dragon's neck and continued through to the other
+side. With an earth-shaking crash, the dragon dropped dead at my feet.
+The magic sword had saved my life and ended the reign of the
+dragon-tyrant. The countryside was freed and I could return as a hero.
+
+ -- Tom Moldvay, Foreward to the Dungeons & Dragons Basic Rulebook
+
+=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.
+
+ It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
+ Diversity of opinion about a work of art shows that the
+ work is new, complex, and vital. When critics disagree, the
+ artist is in accord with himself.
+
+ We can forgive a man for making a useful thing as long as
+ he does not admire it. The only excuse for making a useless
+ thing is that one admires it intensely.
+
+ All art is quite useless.
+
+ -- Oscar Wilde, From the preface to The Picture of Dorian Gray
+
+
+=head2 v5.15.2 - Rainer Maria Rilke, The Third Duina Elegy
+
+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.
+
+ -- Rainer Maria Rilke, Duino, The First Elegy
+ trans., C. F. MacIntyre
+
+=head2 v5.15.1 - Greg Egan, "Permutation City"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-07-20 by Zefram|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/07/msg175014.html>
+
+Carter held out a hand towards the middle of the room. `See that
+fountain?' A ten-metre-wide marble wedding cake, topped with a
+winged cherub wrestling a serpent, duly appeared. Water cascaded
+down from a gushing wound in the cherub's neck. Carter said, `It's
+being computed by redundancies in the sketch of the city. I can
+extract the results, because I know exactly where to look for them --
+but nobody else would have a hope in hell of picking them out.'
+
+Peer walked up to the fountain. Even as he approached, he noticed
+that the spray was intangible; when he dipped his hand in the water
+around the base he felt nothing, and the motion he made with his
+fingers left the foaming surface unchanged. They were spying on
+the calculations, not interacting with them; the fountain was a
+closed system.
+
+Carter said, `In your case, of course, nobody will need to know
+the results. Except you -- and you'll know them because you'll
+/be/ them.'
+
+=head2 v5.15.0 - Neil Gaiman, "The Graveyard Book"
+
+L<Announced on 2011-06-20 by David Golden|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2011/06/msg173748.html>
+
+ If you dare nothing, then when the day is over, nothing is all
+ you will have gained.
+
+=head2 v5.12.4 - William Schwenck Gilbert, "Trial By Jury"
+
+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!
+
+=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>
+
+At this point I'm no longer working for a company that makes me sign
+my life away, but by now I'm in the habit. Besides, I still harbor
+the deep-down suspicion that nobody would pay money for what I write,
+since most of it just helps you do something better that you could
+already do some other way. How much money would you personally pay
+to upgrade from readnews to rn? How much money would you pay for
+the patch program? As for warp, it's a mere game. And anything you
+can do with perl you can eventually do with an amazing and totally
+unreadable conglomeration of awk, sed, sh and C.
+
+=head2 v5.12.4-RC2 - James Russell Lowell, "Eleanor makes macaroons"
+
+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!
+
+=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.
+
+=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 >>
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