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. --- finding-the-lion.html | 12 ++++++------ 1 file changed, 6 insertions(+), 6 deletions(-) (limited to 'finding-the-lion.html') diff --git a/finding-the-lion.html b/finding-the-lion.html index 17845d1..2a0403c 100644 --- a/finding-the-lion.html +++ b/finding-the-lion.html @@ -36,12 +36,12 @@
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Tonight, as I look up, the stars
hide themselves in shame. There is no moon.
The sky is black, like my desk,

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nothing like a raven. The streetlights
look on the scene disinterested.
They have their own small gossips of the dark.

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I came here to find the Lion, old
friend, but he will not show his flanks, his
paws, his shoulders, his mane. I

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can hear him laughing from his hiding-place
behind the moon, nonexistent, under
the cold dead earth. The mountain is in front

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of me now, a hole of stars daring me
to pierce it with my sight. The lion’s still
laughing; the streetlamps talk about

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me amongst themselves, and go out. There
never was any lion, they tell me.
You only hear the wind on the mountain.

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Tonight, as I look up, the starshide themselves in shame. There is no moon.The sky is black, like my desk,

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nothing like a raven. The streetlightslook on the scene disinterested.They have their own small gossips of the dark.

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I came here to find the Lion, oldfriend, but he will not show his flanks, hispaws, his shoulders, his mane. I

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can hear him laughing from his hiding-placebehind the moon, nonexistent, underthe cold dead earth. The mountain is in front

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of me now, a hole of stars daring meto pierce it with my sight. The lion’s stilllaughing; the streetlamps talk about

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me amongst themselves, and go out. Therenever was any lion, they tell me.You only hear the wind on the mountain.