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authorCase Duckworth2015-03-27 15:40:42 -0700
committerCase Duckworth2015-03-27 15:40:42 -0700
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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.
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38 <section class="content verse"> 38 <section class="content verse">
39 <p>My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.<br />When you turn away from me, my thought is broken<br />and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.<br />Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a><br />is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some<br />vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,<br />and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed<br />romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason<br />a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?<br />I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become<br />a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</p> 39 <p><span class="line">My body is attached to your body by a thin spittle of thought.</span><span class="line">When you turn away from me, my thought is broken</span><span class="line">and forms anew with something else. Ideas are drool.</span><span class="line">Beauty has been slobbered over far too long. <a href="howithappened.html">God</a></span><span class="line">is a tidal wave of bodily fluid. Even the flea has some</span><span class="line">vestigial wetness. We live in a world fleshy and dark,</span><span class="line">and moist as a nostril. Is conciousness only a watery-eyed</span><span class="line">romantic, crying softly into his <a href="lovesong.html">shirt-sleeve</a>? Is not reason</span><span class="line">a square-jawed businessman with a briefcase full of memory?</span><span class="line">I want to kiss the world to make it mine. I want to become</span><span class="line">a Judas to reality, betray it with the wetness of emotion.</span></p>
40 </section> 40 </section>
41 </article> 41 </article>
42 <nav> 42 <nav>