From 643d9ceb308c206a6e572c7c555168ff0ca60bc1 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Fri, 27 Mar 2015 15:40:42 -0700 Subject: Fix #5: Verse typesetting Thanks to the pandoc-discussion thread at , line breaks in verse have been converted to 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. --- angeltoabraham.html | 8 ++++---- 1 file changed, 4 insertions(+), 4 deletions(-) (limited to 'angeltoabraham.html') diff --git a/angeltoabraham.html b/angeltoabraham.html index 4765dcb..ec39390 100644 --- a/angeltoabraham.html +++ b/angeltoabraham.html @@ -36,10 +36,10 @@
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Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear:
what if you miss my small voice amongst the creaking
of your own grief, kill your son unknowing
of what he will be, and commit Israel to nothing?

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Abraham, you must know or hope that God
will not allow your son to die; you must know
that this is a test, but then why
are you so bent on Isaac’s destruction?
Look at your eyes; there is more than fear
there. I see in your eyes desperation,
a manic passion to do right by your God
whom you are not able to see or know.

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Am I too late? I will try to stay
your old hands, the knife clenched
within them, intent on ending life.

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Will you hear my small voice amongst the creaking,
or will it be the chance bleating of a passing ram?

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Abraham, Abraham, you are old and cannot hear:what if you miss my small voice amongst the creakingof your own grief, kill your son unknowingof what he will be, and commit Israel to nothing?

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Abraham, you must know or hope that Godwill not allow your son to die; you must knowthat this is a test, but then whyare you so bent on Isaac’s destruction?Look at your eyes; there is more than fearthere. I see in your eyes desperation,a manic passion to do right by your Godwhom you are not able to see or know.

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Am I too late? I will try to stayyour old hands, the knife clenchedwithin them, intent on ending life.

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Will you hear my small voice amongst the creaking,or will it be the chance bleating of a passing ram?