Fix #5: Verse typesetting

Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at
<https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/pandoc-discuss/_JnTJnsSK3k>,
line breaks in verse have been converted to <span class="line">s,
which enables the CSS to style them with hanging indents, given
a too-small viewport.  This commit also includes a makefile edit to
reflect this change, and the Haskell source and executable of the
pandoc filter.

1 files changed, 9 insertions, 9 deletions

@@ -41,15 +41,15 @@
 
         
         <section class="content verse">
-            <p>Bottom of the drink: they had<br />to go. The Coke machine, the snack<br />machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted</p>
-            <p>and dragged through the halls<br />and out to the curb, they sat with<br />other trash beneath gray, forlorn</p>
-            <p>skies behind the elementary<br />school, wondering what their next<br />move would be. The Coke machine</p>
-            <p>had always wanted to live<br />the life of a <a href="prelude.html">hobo</a>, jumping trains,<br />eating from garbage, making fire</p>
-            <p>in old oil drums. It had some<br />strange romantic notions of being homeless,<br />is what the deep fryer thought.</p>
-            <p>Its opinion was to head to court,<br />sue the bastards at the school for early<br />termination of contract. It was</p>
-            <p>the embodiment of <a href="table_contents.html">justifiable anger</a>.<br />It believed privately that it was an incarnation<br />of Nemesis, the goddess of divine</p>
-            <p>retribution. What the snack machine<br />thought, it kept to itself, but it did say<br />that <a href="no-nothing.html">nothing ever ends</a>. The others</p>
-            <p>were confused, then angry, but finally<br />understood, or thought they did. The snack<br />machine’s candy melted in the sun.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">Bottom of the drink: they had</span><span class="line">to go. The Coke machine, the snack</span><span class="line">machine, the deep fryer. Hoisted</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">and dragged through the halls</span><span class="line">and out to the curb, they sat with</span><span class="line">other trash beneath gray, forlorn</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">skies behind the elementary</span><span class="line">school, wondering what their next</span><span class="line">move would be. The Coke machine</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">had always wanted to live</span><span class="line">the life of a <a href="prelude.html">hobo</a>, jumping trains,</span><span class="line">eating from garbage, making fire</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">in old oil drums. It had some</span><span class="line">strange romantic notions of being homeless,</span><span class="line">is what the deep fryer thought.</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">Its opinion was to head to court,</span><span class="line">sue the bastards at the school for early</span><span class="line">termination of contract. It was</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">the embodiment of <a href="table_contents.html">justifiable anger</a>.</span><span class="line">It believed privately that it was an incarnation</span><span class="line">of Nemesis, the goddess of divine</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">retribution. What the snack machine</span><span class="line">thought, it kept to itself, but it did say</span><span class="line">that <a href="no-nothing.html">nothing ever ends</a>. The others</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">were confused, then angry, but finally</span><span class="line">understood, or thought they did. The snack</span><span class="line">machine’s candy melted in the sun.</span></p>
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