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
<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.
---
death-zone.html | 14 +++++++-------
1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-)
(limited to 'death-zone.html')
diff --git a/death-zone.html b/death-zone.html
index cab9687..a6c05ce 100644
--- a/death-zone.html
+++ b/death-zone.html
@@ -50,13 +50,13 @@
</div>
<section class="content verse">
- <p>When I think of death I think<br />of Peter Falk in <em>The Princess Bride</em> patting<br /><a href="creation-myth.html">his pockets</a> as he leaves the room</p>
- <p>Life is a series of doors or so<br />they say but I ask them this<br />where does that last door lead?</p>
- <p>For Falk maybe it leads backstage<br />a black-walled catered affair with stage<br />lights slowly baking stale muffins</p>
- <p><a href="i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html">Sweaty cheese</a> leaking onto dried-out<br />grapes a chocolate fountain clogged<br />by some errant strawberry crown</p>
- <p>but this is not where it leads for you or<br />for me that door opens onto darkness marked<br />only by a trellis or the lid of a casket</p>
- <p>the door of the <a href="about-the-author.html">earth’s womb</a> opening<br />finally to accept us and with us the dirt<br />not to grow more strawberries for Falk</p>
- <p>but to pad his feet as he walks overhead<br />to visit someone he certainly cares about<br />but whose name is lost to posterity.</p>
+ <p><span class="line">When I think of death I think</span><span class="line">of Peter Falk in <em>The Princess Bride</em> patting</span><span class="line"><a href="creation-myth.html">his pockets</a> as he leaves the room</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line">Life is a series of doors or so</span><span class="line">they say but I ask them this</span><span class="line">where does that last door lead?</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line">For Falk maybe it leads backstage</span><span class="line">a black-walled catered affair with stage</span><span class="line">lights slowly baking stale muffins</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line"><a href="i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html">Sweaty cheese</a> leaking onto dried-out</span><span class="line">grapes a chocolate fountain clogged</span><span class="line">by some errant strawberry crown</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line">but this is not where it leads for you or</span><span class="line">for me that door opens onto darkness marked</span><span class="line">only by a trellis or the lid of a casket</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line">the door of the <a href="about-the-author.html">earth’s womb</a> opening</span><span class="line">finally to accept us and with us the dirt</span><span class="line">not to grow more strawberries for Falk</span></p>
+ <p><span class="line">but to pad his feet as he walks overhead</span><span class="line">to visit someone he certainly cares about</span><span class="line">but whose name is lost to posterity.</span></p>
</section>
</article>
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