=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=head2 v5.27.5 - Frank Birch, Dilly Knox & G. P. Mackeson, "Alice in I.D.25"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-10-20 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/10/msg246785.html>
+
+ 'Can I do anything?' Alice suggested timidly, thinking that something
+dreadful must have happened.
+ The Waterflap jumped as if it had been shot. 'What are you doing
+here?' it snapped. 'Take this at once into the Directional room,' and it
+thrust the paper which had caused all the fuss into her hands.
+ 'But where is the Directional room?' she inquired, bewildered.
+ 'Why, there of course,' howled the Waterflap, pointing to a door.
+ 'How could I possibly know that!' Alice exclaimed, angered by his
+rudeness.
+ 'Silly girl,' it hissed. 'Why, it's called the Directional room
+because it's in that direction,' and it pushed her roughly through the
+doorway.
+
+=head2 v5.27.4 - Richard Brautigan, "All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-20 by John SJ Anderson|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246371.html>
+
+ I like to think (and
+ the sooner the better!)
+ of a cybernetic meadow
+ where mammals and computers
+ live together in mutually
+ programming harmony
+ like pure water
+ touching clear sky.
+
+ I like to think
+ (right now, please!)
+ of a cybernetic forest
+ filled with pines and electronics
+ where deer stroll peacefully
+ past computers
+ as if they were flowers
+ with spinning blossoms.
+
+ I like to think
+ (it has to be!)
+ of a cybernetic ecology
+ where we are free of our labors
+ and joined back to nature,
+ returned to our mammal
+ brothers and sisters,
+ and all watched over
+ by machines of loving grace.
+
+=head2 v5.27.3 - Rodgers and Hammerstein, "You'll Never Walk Alone"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-08-21 by Matthew Horsfall|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/08/msg245988.html>
+
+ When you walk through a storm
+ Hold your head up high
+ And don't be afraid of the dark
+
+ At the end of a storm
+ There's a golden sky
+ And the sweet silver song of a lark
+
+ Walk on through the wind
+ Walk on through the rain
+ Though your dreams be tossed and blown
+
+ Walk on, walk on
+ With hope in your heart
+ And you'll never walk alone
+
+ You'll never walk alone
+
+ Walk on, walk on
+ With hope in your heart
+ And you'll never walk alone
+
+ You'll never walk alone
+
+=head2 v5.27.2 - Lev Grossman, Codex
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-20 by Aaron Crane|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245585.html>
+
+ He went back for another stack of books: a three-volume English legal
+ treatise; a travel guide to Tuscany from the '20s crammed with faded
+ Italian wildflowers that fluttered out from between the pages like
+ moths; a French edition of Turgeniev so decayed that it came apart in
+ his hands; a register of London society from 1863. In a way it was
+ idiotic. He was treating these books like they were holy relics. It
+ wasn't like he would ever actually read them. But there was something
+ magnetic about them, something that compelled respect, even the silly
+ ones, like the Enlightenment treatise about how lightning was caused
+ by bees. They were information, data, but not in the form he was used
+ to dealing with it. They were non-digital, nonelectrical chunks of
+ memory, not stamped out of silicon but laboriously crafted out of wood
+ pulp and ink, leather and glue. Somebody had cared enough to write
+ these things; somebody else had cared enough to buy them, possibly
+ even read them, at the very least keep them safe for 150 years,
+ sometimes longer, when they could have vanished at the touch of a
+ spark. That made them worth something, didn't it, just by itself?
+ Though most of them would have bored him rigid the second he cracked
+ them open, which there wasn't much chance of. Maybe that was what he
+ found so appealing: the sight of so many books that he'd never have to
+ read, so much work he'd never have to do.
+
+=head2 v5.27.1 - Rona Munro, Doctor Who: Survival
+
+L<Announced on 2017-06-20 by Eric Herman|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/06/msg245055.html>
+
+ There are worlds out there where the sky is burning,
+ where the sea's asleep and the rivers dream,
+ people made of smoke and cities made of song.
+ Somewhere there's danger,
+ somewhere there's injustice
+ and somewhere else the tea is getting cold.
+ Come on, Ace, we've got work to do.
+
+=head2 v5.27.0 - Bertrand Russell, The Road to Happiness
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-31 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244580.html>
+
+ People who have theories as to how one should live tend to forget the
+ limitations of nature. If your way of life involves constant
+ restraint of impulse for the sake of some one supreme aim that you
+ have set yourself, it is likely that the aim will become increasingly
+ distasteful because of the efforts that it demands; impulse, denied
+ its normal outlets, will find others, probably in spite; pleasure, if
+ you allow yourself any at all, will be dissociated from the main
+ current of your life, and will become Bacchic and frivolous. Such
+ pleasure brings no happiness, but only a deeper despair.
+
+ -- Bertrand Russell, The Road to Happiness
+
+=head2 v5.26.1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-22 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246408.html>
+
+ And soon I heard a roaring wind:
+ It did not come anear;
+ But with its sound it shook the sails,
+ That were so thin and sere.
+
+ The upper air burst into life!
+ And a hundred fire-flags sheen,
+ To and fro they were hurried about!
+ And to and fro, and in and out,
+ The wan stars danced between.
+
+=head2 v5.26.1-RC1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-10 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246202.html>
+
+ At length did cross an Albatross,
+ Thorough the fog it came;
+ As if it had been a Christian soul,
+ We hailed it in God's name.
+
+ It ate the food it ne'er had eat,
+ And round and round it flew.
+ The ice did split with a thunder-fit;
+ The helmsman steered us through!
+
+ And a good south wind sprung up behind;
+ The Albatross did follow,
+ And every day, for food or play,
+ Came to the mariner's hollo!
+
+ In mist or cloud, on mast or shroud,
+ It perched for vespers nine;
+ Whiles all the night, through fog-smoke white,
+ Glimmered the white Moon-shine.'
+
+ 'God save thee, ancient Mariner!
+ From the fiends, that plague thee thus!—
+ Why look'st thou so?'—With my cross-bow
+ I shot the ALBATROSS.
+
+=head2 v5.26.0 - Nine Simone, Ain't Got No / I Got Life
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-30 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244573.html>
+
+ I've got the life
+ And I'm gonna keep it
+ I've got the life
+ And nobody's gonna take it away
+ I've got the life
+
+=head2 v5.26.0-RC2 - Richard Condon, The Manchurian Candidate
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-23 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244511.html>
+
+ Amateur psychiatric prognosis can be fascinating when there is
+ absolutely nothing else to do.
+
+=head2 v5.26.0-RC1 - Thomas Paine, Common Sense
+
+L<Announced on 2017-05-11 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/05/msg244337.html>
+
+ A long habit of not thinking a thing WRONG, gives it a superficial
+ appearance of being RIGHT, and raises at first a formidable outcry in
+ defense of custom. But the tumult soon subsides. Time makes more
+ converts than reason.
+
=head2 v5.25.12 - Kurt Vonnegut, Slaughterhouse-Five
-L<Announced on 2017-04-20 by Sawyer X|>
+L<Announced on 2017-04-20 by Sawyer X|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/04/msg244146.html>
I have told my sons that they are not under any circumstances to take
part in massacres, and that the news of massacres of enemies is not
To find that the utmost reward
Of daring should be still to dare.
+=head2 v5.24.3 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-22 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246407.html>
+
+ Oh sleep! it is a gentle thing,
+ Beloved from pole to pole!
+ To Mary Queen the praise be given!
+ She sent the gentle sleep from Heaven,
+ That slid into my soul.
+
+ The silly buckets on the deck,
+ That had so long remained,
+ I dreamt that they were filled with dew;
+ And when I awoke, it rained.
+
+=head2 v5.24.3-RC1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-09-10 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/09/msg246201.html>
+
+ 'And now the STORM-BLAST came, and he
+ Was tyrannous and strong:
+ He struck with his o'ertaking wings,
+ And chased us south along.
+
+ With sloping masts and dipping prow,
+ As who pursued with yell and blow
+ Still treads the shadow of his foe,
+ And forward bends his head,
+ The ship drove fast, loud roared the blast,
+ And southward aye we fled.
+
+ And now there came both mist and snow,
+ And it grew wondrous cold:
+ And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
+ As green as emerald.
+
+ And through the drifts the snowy clifts
+ Did send a dismal sheen:
+ Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken—
+ The ice was all between.
+
+ The ice was here, the ice was there,
+ The ice was all around:
+ It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
+ Like noises in a swound!
+
+=head2 v5.24.2 - Roald Dahl, "The Three Little Pigs"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-15 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245527.html>
+
+ A short while later, through the wood,
+ Came striding brave Miss Riding Hood.
+ The Wolf stood there, his eyes ablaze
+ And yellowish, like mayonnaise.
+ His teeth were sharp, his gums were raw,
+ And spit was dripping from his jaw.
+ Once more the maiden's eyelid flickers.
+ She draws the pistol from her knickers.
+ Once more, she hits the vital spot,
+ And kills him with a single shot.
+ Pig, peeping through the window, stood
+ And yelled, 'Well done, Miss Riding Hood!'
+
+ Ah, Piglet, you must never trust
+ Young ladies from the upper crust.
+ For now, Miss Riding Hood, one notes,
+ Not only has two wolfskin coats,
+ But when she goes from place to place,
+ She has a PIGSKIN TRAVELLING CASE.
+
+=head2 v5.24.2-RC1 - Roald Dahl, "The Three Little Pigs"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-01 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245292.html>
+
+ The animal I really dig
+ Above all others is the pig.
+ Pigs are noble. Pigs are clever,
+ Pig are courteous. However,
+ Now and then, to break this rule,
+ One meets a pig who is a fool.
+ What, for example, would you say
+ If strolling through the woods one day,
+ Right there in front of you you saw
+ A pig who'd built his house of STRAW?
+ The Wolf who saw it licked his lips,
+ And said, 'That pig has had his chips.'
+
=head2 v5.24.1 - Charles Dodgson [as "Lewis Carroll"], "The Hunting of the Snark", Fit 4: The Hunting
L<Announced on 2017-01-14 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242259.html>
They sing while you slave and I just get bored
I ain't gonna work on Maggie's farm no more
+=head2 v5.22.4 - Roald Dahl, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-15 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245526.html>
+
+ Then Little Red Riding Hood said, 'But Grandma,
+ what a lovely great big furry coat you have on.'
+ 'That's wrong!' cried Wolf. 'Have you forgot
+ 'To tell me what BIG TEETH I've got?
+ 'Ah well, no matter what you say,
+ 'I'm going to eat you anyway.'
+ The small girl smiles. One eyelid flickers.
+ She whips a pistol from her knickers.
+ She aims it at the creature's head
+ And bang bang bang, she shoots him dead.
+
+ A few weeks later, in the wood,
+ I came across Miss Riding Hood.
+ But what a change! No cloak of red,
+ No silly hood upon her head.
+ She said, 'Hello, and do please note
+ 'My lovely furry WOLFSKIN COAT.'
+
+=head2 v5.22.4-RC1 - Roald Dahl, "Little Red Riding Hood and the Wolf"
+
+L<Announced on 2017-07-01 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/07/msg245293.html>
+
+ As soon as Wolf began to feel
+ That he would like a decent meal,
+ He went and knocked on Grandma's door.
+ When Grandma opened it, she saw
+ The sharp white teeth, the horrid grin,
+ And Wolfie said, 'May I come in?'
+ Poor Grandmamma was terrified,
+ 'He's going to eat me up!' she cried.
+ And she was absolutely right.
+ He ate her up in one big bite.
+
=head2 v5.22.3 - Charles Dodgson [as "Lewis Carroll"], "Phantasmagoria", Canto 6: Discomfyture
L<Announced on 2017-01-14 by Steve Hay|https://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2017/01/msg242258.html>