=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=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
=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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