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. --- january.html | 14 +++++++------- 1 file changed, 7 insertions(+), 7 deletions(-) (limited to 'january.html') diff --git a/january.html b/january.html index 1efb13d..0b37705 100644 --- a/january.html +++ b/january.html @@ -36,13 +36,13 @@
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January.
It’s cold, and I don’t like it.
I prefer warm weather,
although I like sweaters. They are the one
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season.
But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,

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patient,
while waiting for the end of January.
A change of season
brings a change of mood along with it,
although I never thought I’d be one
to believe that SAD junk about effects of weather—

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weather!—
on a person. Who becomes a patient
just because of one
month of snow? I did say of January:
“It’s cold, and I don’t like it,”
but I hardly think it’s fair, knocking whole seasons,

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seasoning
your conversation with demands for better weather.
(While I find it
nearly impossible, it’s my mission to be patient
while waiting for the end of January.)
Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!

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One
warm spot in an otherwise shitty season—
all I ask, January,
is one warm day. Do you care whether
I’m a person who becomes a patient
in some psych ward? This just about does it.

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I.T.,
although I never thought I’d call one,
is fair and patient
when I call. They talk with me, season
my conversation of demands for better weather
with an argument for the white beauty of January.

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They know it’s hard; they say each season
has its detractors. One day, they say, _the weather
will be controlled—until then, patience in January_.

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January.It’s cold, and I don’t like it.I prefer warm weather,although I like sweaters. They are the onewarm spot in an otherwise shitty season.But fall is better sweater weather. So be patient,

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patient,while waiting for the end of January.A change of seasonbrings a change of mood along with it,although I never thought I’d be oneto believe that SAD junk about effects of weather—

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weather!—on a person. Who becomes a patientjust because of onemonth of snow? I did say of January:“It’s cold, and I don’t like it,”but I hardly think it’s fair, knocking whole seasons,

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seasoningyour conversation with demands for better weather.(While I find itnearly impossible, it’s my mission to be patientwhile waiting for the end of January.)Oh, but how the long nights do so tax one!

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Onewarm spot in an otherwise shitty season—all I ask, January,is one warm day. Do you care whetherI’m a person who becomes a patientin some psych ward? This just about does it.

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I.T.,although I never thought I’d call one,is fair and patientwhen I call. They talk with me, seasonmy conversation of demands for better weatherwith an argument for the white beauty of January.

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They know it’s hard; they say each seasonhas its detractors. One day, they say, _the weatherwill be controlled—until then, patience in January_.