=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=head2 v5.23.1 - Elizabeth Haydon, "The Assassin King"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-07-20 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/07/msg229413.html>
+
+ I was born beneath this willow,
+ Where my sire the earth did farm
+ Had the green grass as my pillow
+ The east wind as a blanket warm.
+
+ But away! away! called the wind from the west
+ And in answer I did run
+ Seeking glory and adventure
+ Promised by the rising sun.
+
+ I found love beneath this willow,
+ As true a love as life could hold,
+ Pledged my heart and swore my fealty
+ Sealed with a kiss and a band of gold.
+
+ But to arms! to arms! called the wind from the west
+ In faithful answer I did run
+ Marching forth for king and country
+ In battles 'neath the midday sun.
+
+ Oft I dreamt of that fair willow
+ As the seven seas I plied
+ And the girl who I left waiting
+ Longing to be at her side.
+
+ But about! about! called the wind from the west
+ As once again my ship did run
+ Down the coast, about the wide world
+ Flying sails in the setting sun.
+
+ Now I lie beneath the willow
+ Now at last no more to roam,
+ My bride and earth so tightly hold me
+ In their arms I'm finally home.
+
+ While away! away! calls the wind from the west
+ Beyond the grave my spirit, free
+ Will chase the sun into the morning
+ Beyond the sky, beyond the sea.
+
+=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>
+
+ I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
+ I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
+ Well, I try my best
+ To be just like I am
+ But everybody wants you
+ To be just like them
+ They sing while you slave and I just get bored
+ I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
+
+=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>
+
+“You are the advocate of the dead.”
+
+The old man nodded. “I am. People talk about being fair to this one and
+that one, but nobody I ever heard talks about doing right by them. We
+take everything they had, which is all right. And spit, most often, on
+their opinions, which I suppose is all right too. But we ought to
+remember now and then how much of what we have we got from them. I
+figure while I’m still here I ought to put a word in for them.”
+
+=head2 v5.22.0-RC2 - T.S. Eliot, unpublished work
+
+L<Announced on 2015-05-21 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/05/msg228142.html>
+
+ And when thyself with silver foot shall pass
+ Among the theories scattered on the grass
+ Take up my good intentions with the rest
+
+=head2 v5.22.0-RC1 - Gene Wolfe, Citadel of the Autarch
+
+L<Announced on 2015-05-19 by Ricardo Signes|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/05/msg228059.html>
+
+There is no limit to stupidity. Space itself is said to be bounded by
+its own curvature, but stupidity continues beyond infinity.
+
+=head2 v5.21.11 - Algernon Charles Swinburne, "Dolores (Notre-Dame des Sept Douleurs)"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-04-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/04/msg227472.html>
+
+ They shall pass and their places be taken,
+ The gods and the priests that are pure.
+ They shall pass, and shalt thou not be shaken?
+ They shall perish, and shalt thou endure?
+ Death laughs, breathing close and relentless
+ In the nostrils and eyelids of lust,
+ With a pinch in his fingers of scentless
+ And delicate dust.
+
+ But the worm shall revive thee with kisses;
+ Thou shalt change and transmute as a god,
+ As the rod to a serpent that hisses,
+ As the serpent again to a rod.
+ Thy life shall not cease though thou doff it;
+ Thou shalt live until evil be slain,
+ And good shall die first, said thy prophet,
+ Our Lady of Pain.
+
+=head2 v5.21.10 - Aldous Huxley, "The Devils of Loudun"
+
+L<Announced on 2015-03-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/03/msg226847.html>
+
+The fire burned on, the good fathers continued to sprinkle and intone.
+Suddenly a flock of pigeons came swooping down from the church and
+started to wheel around the roaring column of flame and smoke. The
+crowd shouted, the archers waved their halberds at the birds, Lactance
+and Tranquille splashed them on the wing with holy water. In vain. The
+pigeons were not to be driven away. Round and round they flew, diving
+through the smoke, singeing their feathers in the flames. Both parties
+claimed a miracle. For the parson's enemies the birds, quite obviously,
+were a troop of devils, come to fetch away his soul. For his friends,
+they were emblems of the Holy Ghost and living proof of his innocence.
+It never seems to have occurred to anyone that they were just pigeons,
+obeying the laws of their own, their blessedly other-than-human nature.
+
=head2 v5.21.9 - Emily Dickinson, "There is Another Sky"
-B<Announced on 2015-02-20 by Sawyer X>
-
-There is another sky,
-Ever serene and fair,
-And there is another sunshine,
-Though it be darkness there;
-Never mind faded forests, Austin,
-Never mind silent fields -
-Here is a little forest,
-Whose leaf is ever green;
-Here is a brighter garden,
-Where not a frost has been;
-In its unfading flowers
-I hear the bright bee hum:
-Prithee, my brother,
-Into my garden come!
+L<Announced on 2015-02-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2015/02/msg226002.html>
+
+ There is another sky,
+ Ever serene and fair,
+ And there is another sunshine,
+ Though it be darkness there;
+ Never mind faded forests, Austin,
+ Never mind silent fields -
+ Here is a little forest,
+ Whose leaf is ever green;
+ Here is a brighter garden,
+ Where not a frost has been;
+ In its unfading flowers
+ I hear the bright bee hum:
+ Prithee, my brother,
+ Into my garden come!
=head2 v5.21.8 - Bill Watterson, "Scientific Progress Goes 'Boink': A Calvin and Hobbes Collection"
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