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, 1 insertions, 1 deletions

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         <section class="content verse">
-            <p>I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game<br />blowing on each other’s’ vocal chords to make music<br />on the tundra. I thought about how<br />once we played the same game<br />and the sounds blowing over the chords of our throats<br />was the same as a wind over frozen prairie.<br />We are the Eskimo girls who played<br />the game that night to keep ourselves warm.<br />I run my hands over <a href="and.html">my daughter</a>’s<br />voicebox as she hums a song<br />about a seal and about killing the seal and about<br />skinning it and rendering the blubber<br />into clear oil to light lamps.<br />I remember you are my lamp. She remembers<br />you although you left before she arrived.<br />I can never tell her about you.<br />I will never be able to express that taste of your oil<br />as we <a href="spittle.html">pushed our throats together</a>.<br />I will never be able to say how<br />we share this blemish like conjoined twins.<br />I will fail you always to remember you.</p>
+            <p><span class="line">I saw two Eskimo girls playing a game</span><span class="line">blowing on each other’s’ vocal chords to make music</span><span class="line">on the tundra. I thought about how</span><span class="line">once we played the same game</span><span class="line">and the sounds blowing over the chords of our throats</span><span class="line">was the same as a wind over frozen prairie.</span><span class="line">We are the Eskimo girls who played</span><span class="line">the game that night to keep ourselves warm.</span><span class="line">I run my hands over <a href="and.html">my daughter</a>’s</span><span class="line">voicebox as she hums a song</span><span class="line">about a seal and about killing the seal and about</span><span class="line">skinning it and rendering the blubber</span><span class="line">into clear oil to light lamps.</span><span class="line">I remember you are my lamp. She remembers</span><span class="line">you although you left before she arrived.</span><span class="line">I can never tell her about you.</span><span class="line">I will never be able to express that taste of your oil</span><span class="line">as we <a href="spittle.html">pushed our throats together</a>.</span><span class="line">I will never be able to say how</span><span class="line">we share this blemish like conjoined twins.</span><span class="line">I will fail you always to remember you.</span></p>
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