X-Git-Url: https://perl5.git.perl.org/perl5.git/blobdiff_plain/893ca5998c3365cf0df0530638fadd5ef49980fd..9ac7fdd19a5856277cae70d1cf2f0734f7fe9530:/Porting/epigraphs.pod diff --git a/Porting/epigraphs.pod b/Porting/epigraphs.pod index f859197..c7eabf7 100644 --- a/Porting/epigraphs.pod +++ b/Porting/epigraphs.pod @@ -17,6 +17,741 @@ Consult your favorite dictionary for details. =head1 EPIGRAPHS +=head2 v5.31.0 - Fumiko Enchi, Masks + +Announced on 2019-05-22 by Sawyer X + + The secrets inside her mind are like flowers in a garden at + nighttime, filling the darkness with perfume. + +=head2 v5.30.0 - Morihei Ueshiba + +Announced on 2019-05-22 by Sawyer X + + Life is growth. If we stop growing, technically and spiritually, we + are as good as dead. + +=head2 v5.30.0-RC2 - Derek Walcott + +Announced on 2019-05-17 by Sawyer X + + The truest writers are those who see language not as linguistic process but + as a living element. + + -- Derek Walcott + +=head2 v5.30.0-RC1 - Marcel Proust + +L + + If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream + less but to dream more, to dream all the time. + + -- Marcel Proust + +=head2 v5.29.10 - Maya Angelou, Alone + +L + + Lying, thinking + Last night + How to find my soul a home + Where water is not thirsty + And bread loaf is not stone + I came up with one thing + And I don't believe I'm wrong + That nobody, + But nobody + Can make it out here alone. + + Alone, all alone + Nobody, but nobody + Can make it out here alone. + + There are some millionaires + With money they can't use + Their wives run round like banshees + Their children sing the blues + They've got expensive doctors + To cure their hearts of stone. + But nobody + No, nobody + Can make it out here alone. + + Alone, all alone + Nobody, but nobody + Can make it out here alone. + + Now if you listen closely + I'll tell you what I know + Storm clouds are gathering + The wind is gonna blow + The race of man is suffering + And I can hear the moan, + 'Cause nobody, + But nobody + Can make it out here alone. + + Alone, all alone + Nobody, but nobody + Can make it out here alone. + +=head2 v5.29.9 - Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, The Adventure of the Dancing Men + +L + + What one man can invent, another can discover. + +=head2 v5.29.8 - Isaac Asimov, Foundation: “Never let your sense of morals get in the way of doing what's right.” + +L + +=head2 v5.29.7 - Edsger W. Dijkstra: "Programming Considered as a Human Activity", IFIP Congress, New York, 1965. + +L + +When I became acquainted with the notion of algorithmic languages I +never challenged the then prevailing notion that the problems of +language design and implementation were mostly a question of +compromises: every new convenience for the user had to be paid for +by the implementation, either in the form of increased trouble +during translation, or during execution or during both. Well, we +are most certainly not living in Heaven and I am not going to deny +the possibility of a conflict between convenience and efficiency, +but now I do protest when this conflict is presented as a complete +summing up of the situation. I am of the opinion that is worth-while +to investigate what extent the needs of Man and Machine go hand in +hand and to see what techniques we can devise of the benefit of all +of us. I trust that this investigation will bear fruits and if this +talk made some of you share this fervent hope, it has achieved its aim. + +=head2 v5.29.6 - Rudyard Kipling: "How the Camel Got His Hump" + +L + + The Camel's hump is an ugly lump + Which well you may see at the Zoo; + But uglier yet is the hump we get + From having little to do. + + Kiddies and grown-ups too-oo-oo + If we haven't enough to do-oo-oo, + We get the hump - + Cameelious hump - + The hump that is black and blue! + + We climb out of bed with a frouzly head + And a snarly-yarly voice. + We shiver and scowl and we grunt and we growl + At our bath and our boots and our toys; + + And there ought to be a corner for me + (And I know there is one for you) + When we get the hump - + Cameelious hump - + The hump that is black and blue! + + The cure for this ill is to not sit still, + Or frowst with a book by the fire; + But to take a large hoe and a shovel also, + And dig till you gentle perspire; + + And then you will find that the sun and the wind, + And the Djinn of the Garden too, + Have lifted the hump - + The horrible hump - + The hump that is black and blue! + + I get it as well as you-oo-oo - + If I haven't enough to do-oo-oo! + We all get hump - + Cameelious hump - + Kiddies and grown-ups too! + + +=head2 v5.29.5 - T. S. Eliot, "The Naming Of Cats" + +L + + The Naming of Cats is a difficult matter, + It isn't just one of your holiday games; + You may think at first I'm as mad as a hatter + When I tell you, a cat must have THREE DIFFERENT NAMES. + First of all, there's the name that the family use daily, + Such as Peter, Augustus, Alonzo or James, + Such as Victor or Jonathan, George or Bill Bailey-- + All of them sensible everyday names. + There are fancier names if you think they sound sweeter, + Some for the gentlemen, some for the dames: + Such as Plato, Admetus, Electra, Demeter-- + But all of them sensible everyday names. + But I tell you, a cat needs a name that's particular, + A name that's peculiar, and more dignified, + Else how can he keep up his tail perpendicular, + Or spread out his whiskers, or cherish his pride? + Of names of this kind, I can give you a quorum, + Such as Munkustrap, Quaxo, or Coricopat, + Such as Bombalurina, or else Jellylorum- + Names that never belong to more than one cat. + But above and beyond there's still one name left over, + And that is the name that you never will guess; + The name that no human research can discover-- + But THE CAT HIMSELF KNOWS, and will never confess. + When you notice a cat in profound meditation, + The reason, I tell you, is always the same: + His mind is engaged in a rapt contemplation + Of the thought, of the thought, of the thought of his name: + His ineffable effable + Effanineffable + Deep and inscrutable singular Name. + +=head2 v5.29.4 - The Mountain Goats, "Oceanographer's Choice" + +L + + Well + Guy in a skeleton costume + Comes up to the guy in the Superman suit + Runs through him with a broadsword + I flipped the television off + Bring all the bright lights up + Turn the radio up loud + I don't know why I'm so persuaded + That if I think things through + Long enough and hard enough + I'll somehow get to you + But then you came in and we locked eyes + You kicked the ashtray over as we came toward each other + Stubbed my cigarette out against the west wall + Quickly lit another + Look at that + Would you look at that? + We're throwing off sparks + What will I do when I don't have you + To hold onto in the dark? + +=head2 v5.29.3 - Mac Miller, "Senior Skip Day" + +L + + Enjoy the best things in your life + ’Cause you ain’t gonna get to live it twice + They say you waste time asleep + But I’m just tryin’ to dream + +=head2 v5.29.2 - Rick Riordan, "The Lightning Thief" + +L + + Look, I didn't want to be a half-blood. + + If you're reading this because you think you might be one, + my advice is: close this book right now. Believe whatever + lie your mom or dad told you about your birth, and try + to lead a normal life. + + Being a half-blood is dangerous. It's scary. Most of the time, + it gets you killed in painful, nasty ways. + + If you're a normal kid, reading this because you think it's + fiction, great. Read on. I envy you for being able to believe + that none of this ever happened. + + But if you recognize yourself in these pages - if you feel + something stirring inside - stop reading immediately. + You might be one of us. And once you know that, it's only a + matter of time before they sense it too, and they'll come for you. + +=head2 v5.29.1 - Richard Curtis & Ben Elton, "Blackadder, Series 3, Episode 2: Ink and Incapability" + +L + + Dr. Samuel Johnson: Here it is, sir: the very cornerstone of English + scholarship. This book, sir, contains every word in our beloved + language. + + Prince Regent George: Hmm. + + Edmund Blackadder: Every single one, sir? + + Johnson: (confidently) Every single word, sir! + + Blackadder: (to Prince) Oh, well, in that case, sir, I hope you will + not object if I also offer the Doctor my most enthusiastic + contrafribularities. + + Johnson: What? + + Blackadder: 'Contrafribularities,' sir? It is a common word down our + way. + + Johnson: Damn! (writes in the book) + + Blackadder: Oh, I'm sorry, sir. I'm anaspeptic, phrasmotic, even + compunctious to have caused you such pericombobulation. + + Johnson: What? What? WHAT? + +=head2 v5.29.0 - Erle Stanley Gardner, The Case of the Grinning Gorilla + +L + + Courage is the only antidote for danger. + +=head2 v5.28.2 - Edward Lear, ed. Vivien Noakes, "The Complete Nonsense and Other Verse": The Jumblies + +L + + They went to sea in a Sieve, they did, + In a Sieve they went to sea: + In spite of all their friends could say, + On a winter's morn, on a stormy day, + In a Sieve they went to sea! + And when the Sieve turned round and round, + And every one cried, 'You'll all be drowned!' + They called aloud, 'Our Sieve ain't big, + But we don't care a button! we don't care a fig! + In a Sieve we'll go to sea!' + Far and few, far and few, + Are the lands where the Jumblies live; + Their heads are green, and their hands are blue, + And they went to sea in a Sieve. + +=head2 v5.28.2-RC1 - Edward Lear, ed. Vivien Noakes, "The Complete Nonsense and Other Verse": The Quangle Wangle's Hat + +L + + On the top of the Crumpetty Tree + The Quangle Wangle sat, + But his face you could not see, + On account of his Beaver Hat. + For his Hat was a hundred and two feet wide, + With ribbons and bibbons on every side, + And bells, and buttons, and loops, and lace, + So that nobody ever could see the face + Of the Quangle Wangle Quee. + +=head2 v5.28.1 - Humphrey Burton, "Leonard Bernstein" + +L + +On August 25, 1983, Leonard Bernstein celebrated his sixty-fifth +birthday in his birthplace, Lawrence, Massachusetts. He had actually +lived in the town for only a few weeks as a newborn baby, and had last +visited it forty-nine years previously, in 1934, to get the name on his +birth certificate altered from Louis to Leonard. But the citizens of +Lawrence proposed to dedicate an outdoor theater to him in their +heritage park and to provide not one but two local orchestras--the +Merrimack Valley Philharmonic to play excerpts from his own compositions +and the Greater Boston Youth Symphony and Chorus to perform the "Ode to +Joy" and accompany Bernstein himself reading (for the only time in his +life) the text of A Lincoln Portrait. So Bernstein turned down birthday +invitations from Tanglewood and Central Park, New York, and the +Hollywood Bowl and drove through the cheering if slightly bewildered +crowds lining the streets of Lawrence in an open-topped 1928 Ford +roadster, looking as homespun as James Stewart in Frank Capra's classic, +It's a Wonderful Life. + +=head2 v5.28.0 - Martin Luther King, Jr., 1967 + +L + + When we look at modern man we have to face the fact that modern man + suffers from a kind of poverty of the spirit which stands in glaring + contrast with his scientific and technological abundance. We've learned + to fly the air as birds, we've learned to swim the seas as fish, yet we + haven't learned to walk the earth as brothers and sisters. + +=head2 v5.28.0-RC4 - Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book + +L + + You're alive, Bod. That means you have infinite potential. You can do + anything, make anything, dream anything. If you can change the world, + the world will change. Potential. Once you're dead, it's gone. Over. + You've made what you've made, dreamed your dream, written your name. + You may be buried here, you may even walk. But that potential is + finished. + +=head2 v5.28.0-RC3 - Anthony Horowitz, Magpie Murders + +L + + These had been his plans. But if there was one thing that life had + taught him, it was the futility of making plans. Life had its own + agenda. + +=head2 v5.28.0-RC2 - Oliver Sacks, The Man Who Mistook His Wife For A Hat: And Other Clinical Tales + +L + + Had she not been of exceptional intelligence and literacy, with an + imagination filled and sustained, so to speak, by the images of + others, images conveyed by language, by the word, she might have + remained almost as helpless as a baby. + +=head2 v5.28.0-RC1 - Anu Garg, A Word A Day + +L + + One doesn't have to know the unit of pain (dol) to realize that the + unit of joy is not the dollar, or any other currency for that matter. + +=head2 v5.27.11 - Tana French, In the Woods + +L + + And then, too, I had learned early to assume something dark and + lethal hidden at the heart of anything I loved. When I couldn't find + it, I responded, bewildered and wary, in the only way I knew how: by + planting it there myself. + +=head2 v5.27.10 - Robert A. Heinlein, Time Enough for Love, p. 248 + +L + + A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher + a hog, conn a ship, design a building, write a sonnet, balance accounts, + build a wall, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, + cooperate, act alone, solve equations, analyze a new problem, pitch manure, + program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. + Specialization is for insects. + +=head2 v5.27.9 - Agatha Christie, "The Mysterious Affair at Styles" + +L + + Poirot was an extraordinary looking little man. He was hardly more + than five feet, four inches, but carried himself with great dignity. + His head was exactly the shape of an egg, and he always perched it + a little on one side. His moustache was very stiff and military. + The neatness of his attire was almost incredible. I believe a + speck of dust would have caused him more pain than a bullet wound. + Yet this quaint dandified little man who, I was sorry to see, now + limped badly, had been in his time one of the most celebrated members + of the Belgian police. As a detective, his flair had been extraordinary, + and he had achieved triumphs by unravelling some of the most baffling + cases of the day. + He pointed out to me the little house inhabited by him and his fellow + Belgians, and I promised to go and see him at an early date. Then he + raised his hat with a flourish to Cynthia, and we drove away. + "He's a dear little man," said Cynthia. "I'd no idea you knew him." + "You've been entertaining a celebrity unawares," I replied. + And, for the rest of the way home, I recited to them the various + exploits and triumphs of Hercule Poirot. + +=head2 v5.27.8 - Jasper Fforde, "Shades of Grey" + +L + +2.4.16.55.021: Males are to wear dresscode #6 during inter-Collective +travel. Hats are encouraged, but not required. + +9.3.88.32.025: The cucumber and tomato are both fruit; the avocado +is a nut. To assist with the dietary requirements of vegetarians, +on the first Tuesday of the month a chicken is officially a vegetable. + +5.3.21.01.002: Once allocated, postcodes are permanent, and for life. + +6.1.02.11.235: Artifacture from before the Something That Happened +may be collected, so long it does not appear on the Leapback list +or possess color above 23 percent saturation. + +2.3.06.02.087: Unnecessary sharpening of pencils constitutes a waste +of public resources, and will be punished as appropriate. + +2.1.01.05.002: All children are to attent school until the age of +sixteen or until they have learned everything, whichever be the sooner. + +1.3.02.06.023: There shall be no staring at the sun, however good +the reason. + +1.1.19.02.006: Team sports are mandatory in order to build character. +Character is there to give purpose to team sports. + +2.3.03.01.006: Juggling shall not be practiced after 4:00 pm. + + +=head2 v5.27.7 - Terry Pratchett, "Hogfather" + +L + + Death looked at the sacks. + + It was a strange but demonstrable fact that the sacks of + toys carried by the Hogfather, no matter what they + really contained, always appeared to have sticking out + of the top a teddy bear, a toy soldier in the kind of + colorful uniform that would stand out in a disco, a + drum and a red-and-white candy cane. The actual + contents always turned out to be something a bit + garish and costing $5.99. + + Death had investigated one or two. There had been a + Real Agatean Ninja, for example, with Fearsome + Death Grip, and a Captain Carrot One-Man Night + Watch with a complete wardrobe of toy weapons, each + of which cost as much as the original wooden doll in + the first place. + + Mind you, the stuff for the girls was just as + depressing. It seemed to be nearly all horses. Most of + them were grinning. Horses, Death felt, shouldn't grin. + + Any horse that was grinning was planning something. + +=head2 v5.27.6 - Ogden Nash, "Behold the Duck" + +L + + Behold the duck, + it does not cluck; + a cluck it lacks, + it quacks! + + It is 'specially fond + of puddles or ponds; + when it dines or sups + it bottoms ups. + + +=head2 v5.27.5 - Frank Birch, Dilly Knox & G. P. Mackeson, "Alice in I.D.25" + +L + + '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 + + 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 + + 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 + + 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 + + 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 + + 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 v5.26.3 - Humphrey Burton, "Leonard Bernstein" + +L + +The origins of the name "Bernstein" are sometimes linked with the German +noun Bernstein, which means "amber"--a translucent yellowish fossilized +resin, used for ornaments and thought to possess magical properties. +Leonard Bernstein would later call himself "Lenny Amber" when he needed +a pseudonym for the popular piano transcriptions he published in his +mid-twenties, and his business affairs would be organized within a +company called Amberson Enterprises. There are several towns and +villages named Bernstein in Germany and Austria (where the pronunciation +is BernSTINE), but Bernstein's parents came from Jewish ghettos in +northwestern Ukraine, where the last syllable is usually pronounced +BernSHTAYN or STEEN. Sam insisted, however, on the mid-European style +employed by the earlier immigrants. + +=head2 v5.26.2 - Desmond Morris, "Catwatching: The Essential Guide to Cat Behaviour" + +L + +How does a cat use its whiskers? The usual answer is that the whiskers +are feelers that enable a cat to tell whether a gap is wide enough for +it to squeeze through, but the truth is more complicated and more +remarkable. In addition to their obvious role as feelers sensitive to +touch, the whiskers also operate as air-current detectors. As the cat +moves along in the dark it needs to manoeuvre past solid objects without +touching them. Each solid object it approaches causes slight eddies in +the air, minute disturbances in the currents of air movements, and the +cat's whiskers are so amazingly sensitive that they can read these air +changes and respond to the presence of solid obstacles even without +touching them. + +=head2 v5.26.2-RC1 - Desmond Morris, "Catwatching: The Essential Guide to Cat Behaviour" + +L + +Cats have a way of endearing themselves to their owners, not just by +their 'kittenoid' behaviour, which stimulates strong parental feelings, +but also by their sheer gracefulness. There is an elegance and a +composure about them that captivates the human eye. To the sensitive +human being it becomes a privilege to share a room with a cat, exchange +its glance, feel its greeting rub, or watch it gently luxuriate itself +into a snoozing ball on a soft cushion. + +=head2 v5.26.1 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" + +L + + 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 + + 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 + + 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 + + Amateur psychiatric prognosis can be fascinating when there is + absolutely nothing else to do. + =head2 v5.26.0-RC1 - Thomas Paine, Common Sense L @@ -103,7 +838,7 @@ L + +Cats hate doors. Doors simply do not register in the evolutionary story +of the cat family. They constantly block patrolling activities and +prevent cats from exploring their home range and then returning to their +central, secure base at will. Humans often do not understand that a cat +needs to make only a brief survey of its territory before returning with +all the necessary information about the activities of other cats in the +vicinity. It likes to make these tours of inspection at frequent +intervals, but does not want to stay outside for very long, unless there +has been some special and unexpected change in the condition of the +local feline population. + +=head2 v5.24.4-RC1 - Desmond Morris, "Catwatching: The Essential Guide to Cat Behaviour" + +L + +The domestic cat is a contradiction. No animal has developed such an +intimate relationship with mankind, while at the same time demanding and +getting such independence of movement and action. The dog may be man's +best friend, but it is rarely allowed out on its own to wander from +garden to garden or street to street. The obedient dog has to be taken +for a walk. The headstrong cat walks alone. + +=head2 v5.24.3 - Samuel Taylor Coleridge, "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" + +L + + 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 + + '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 + + 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 + + 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 @@ -771,6 +1619,43 @@ L + + 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 + + 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