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, 6 insertions, 6 deletions

@@ -36,12 +36,12 @@
 
         
         <section class="content verse">
-            <p>I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.<br />Your face hovering there, so near to mine,<br />your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?</p>
-            <p>When I think about you, <a href="howithappened.html">something in my pants</a><br />tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize<br />I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.</p>
-            <p>I want that moment never to be past<br />like Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:<br />his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce</p>
-            <p>her hips in ways that are not feminist.<br />But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my<br />wish to kiss you when I had the chance,</p>
-            <p>whispered like a <a href="about-the-author.html">beggar to a prince</a><br />outside his palace: time looks up to the sky,<br />purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce</p>
-            <p>but pays it little mind. If he would just<br />turn back, bend down, and follow my design,<br />I would have kissed you when I had the chance,<br />as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">I wish I’d kissed you when I had the chance.</span><span class="line">Your face hovering there, so near to mine,</span><span class="line">your mouth pursed—what word was it you pronounced?</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">When I think about you, <a href="howithappened.html">something in my pants</a></span><span class="line">tightens, and my thoughts run, and I realize</span><span class="line">I should’ve kissed you when I had the chance.</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">I want that moment never to be past</span><span class="line">like Keats’s lovers on the grecian urn:</span><span class="line">his mouth pursed, her figure turned to pronounce</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">her hips in ways that are not feminist.</span><span class="line">But time strolls mildly on, not glancing at my</span><span class="line">wish to kiss you when I had the chance,</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">whispered like a <a href="about-the-author.html">beggar to a prince</a></span><span class="line">outside his palace: time looks up to the sky,</span><span class="line">purses his lips, and hears what I pronounce</span></p>
+            <p><span class="line">but pays it little mind. If he would just</span><span class="line">turn back, bend down, and follow my design,</span><span class="line">I would have kissed you when I had the chance,</span><span class="line">as your mouth pursed and you pronounced goodbye.</span></p>
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