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, 2 insertions, 2 deletions

@@ -36,8 +36,8 @@
 
         
         <section class="content verse">
-            <p>While <a href="father.html">swimming in the river</a><br />I saw <a href="music-433.html">underneath it a river</a><br />of stars. Only there was no<br />river: it was noon. You can<br />say the sun is a river; you<br />can argue the stars back it<br />like <a href="lovessong.html">shirts behind a closet</a><br />door; you can say <a href="big-dipper.html">the earth</a><br />holds us up with its weight<br />or that it means well or it<br />means anything.<br />                There is no<br />closet, <a href="amber-alert.html">nor door</a>; there are<br />no shirts hanging anywhere.<br />There is no false wall that<br />leads deep into the earth’s<br />bowels, <a href="real-writer.html">growing warmer</a> with<br />each step. Warmth as a con-<br />cept has ceased to make any<br />sense. In contraposition to<br />cold, it might, but cold as<br />well <a href="i-think-its-you.html">stepped out</a> last night<br />and hasn’t returned.<br />                     Last I<br />heard, it went out swimming<br />and <a href="in-bed.html">might’ve drowned</a>. Trees<br />were the pallbearers at the<br />funeral, the train was long<br />and wailful, there was much<br /><a href="http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm">wailing and gnashing</a> of all<br />teeth–though there were no<br />teeth, no train, no funeral<br />or prayer or trees at all–<br />nor a <a href="howtoread.html">river underneath</a> any-<br />thing. There was nothing to<br />be underneath anymore.<br />                       Look<br />around, and tell me you see<br />something. Look around, and<br />tell me something that I do<br />not know. I know, more than<br />anything, that the world is<br />always ending. Behind that,<br />there is nothing, save that<br />there is no nothing either.</p>
-            <p>Nothing somehow still turns<br />and flows past us, past all<br />time and beyond it, a river<br />returning, to its forgotten<br />origins deep within itself.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">While <a href="father.html">swimming in the river</a></span><span class="line">I saw <a href="music-433.html">underneath it a river</a></span><span class="line">of stars. Only there was no</span><span class="line">river: it was noon. You can</span><span class="line">say the sun is a river; you</span><span class="line">can argue the stars back it</span><span class="line">like <a href="lovessong.html">shirts behind a closet</a></span><span class="line">door; you can say <a href="big-dipper.html">the earth</a></span><span class="line">holds us up with its weight</span><span class="line">or that it means well or it</span><span class="line">means anything.</span><span class="line">                There is no</span><span class="line">closet, <a href="amber-alert.html">nor door</a>; there are</span><span class="line">no shirts hanging anywhere.</span><span class="line">There is no false wall that</span><span class="line">leads deep into the earth’s</span><span class="line">bowels, <a href="real-writer.html">growing warmer</a> with</span><span class="line">each step. Warmth as a con-</span><span class="line">cept has ceased to make any</span><span class="line">sense. In contraposition to</span><span class="line">cold, it might, but cold as</span><span class="line">well <a href="i-think-its-you.html">stepped out</a> last night</span><span class="line">and hasn’t returned.</span><span class="line">                     Last I</span><span class="line">heard, it went out swimming</span><span class="line">and <a href="in-bed.html">might’ve drowned</a>. Trees</span><span class="line">were the pallbearers at the</span><span class="line">funeral, the train was long</span><span class="line">and wailful, there was much</span><span class="line"><a href="http://biblehub.com/luke/13-28.htm">wailing and gnashing</a> of all</span><span class="line">teeth–though there were no</span><span class="line">teeth, no train, no funeral</span><span class="line">or prayer or trees at all–</span><span class="line">nor a <a href="howtoread.html">river underneath</a> any-</span><span class="line">thing. There was nothing to</span><span class="line">be underneath anymore.</span><span class="line">                       Look</span><span class="line">around, and tell me you see</span><span class="line">something. Look around, and</span><span class="line">tell me something that I do</span><span class="line">not know. I know, more than</span><span class="line">anything, that the world is</span><span class="line">always ending. Behind that,</span><span class="line">there is nothing, save that</span><span class="line">there is no nothing either.</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">Nothing somehow still turns</span><span class="line">and flows past us, past all</span><span class="line">time and beyond it, a river</span><span class="line">returning, to its forgotten</span><span class="line">origins deep within itself.</span></p>
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