X-Git-Url: https://perl5.git.perl.org/perl5.git/blobdiff_plain/8b55b0284cb0f0f4e3a37ab37287c6441d6061d8..3d76f9622da6911a7b8e2de7d91a064ad13143cb:/Porting/epigraphs.pod diff --git a/Porting/epigraphs.pod b/Porting/epigraphs.pod index f8c93d1..87776fe 100644 --- a/Porting/epigraphs.pod +++ b/Porting/epigraphs.pod @@ -17,7 +17,488 @@ Consult your favorite dictionary for details. =head1 EPIGRAPHS -=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 >> +=head2 v5.17.3 - Kris Ta-belle, "Smoked Perl Onion Soup" + +L + +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 + +‘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 + +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 + +`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 + + 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 + +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 + + 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 + + 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 + + "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 + +"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 + +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 + +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 + +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 + + +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 + + 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 + +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 + +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 + + 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 + +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 + +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 + +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 + +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 >> L @@ -583,7 +1064,7 @@ absorbed. Presently he said: "Say, Tom, let me whitewash a little." =head2 v5.11.2 - Michael Marshall Smith, "Only Forward" -L +L 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