From f402a2b6d43a0411028b14a19cb449a7da0f5314 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Fri, 27 Feb 2015 15:51:11 -0700
Subject: Change line breaks to sentences in prose pieces

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 src/epigraph.txt | 22 +++++++++-------------
 1 file changed, 9 insertions(+), 13 deletions(-)

(limited to 'src/epigraph.txt')

diff --git a/src/epigraph.txt b/src/epigraph.txt
index 1adac49..d99d474 100644
--- a/src/epigraph.txt
+++ b/src/epigraph.txt
@@ -16,19 +16,15 @@ project:
 ...
 
 I saw my life branching out before me like the green fig tree in the story.
-From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future
-beckoned and winked.  One fig was a husband and a happy home and children, and
-another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor, and
-another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor, and another fig was Europe and
-Africa and South America, and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and
-Attila and a pack of [other lovers][] and queer names and offbeat professions,
-and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these
-figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.  I saw myself sitting in
-the crotch of this fig tree, starving to [death][], just because I couldn't
-make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.  I wanted each and every one
-of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there,
-unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one,
-they plopped to the ground at my feet.
+From the tip of every branch, like a fat purple fig, a wonderful future beckoned and winked.
+One fig was a husband and a happy home and children,
+and another fig was a famous poet and another fig was a brilliant professor,
+and another fig was Ee Gee, the amazing editor,
+and another fig was Europe and Africa and South America,
+and another fig was Constantin and Socrates and Attila and a pack of [other lovers][] and queer names and offbeat professions,
+and another fig was an Olympic lady crew champion, and beyond and above these figs were many more figs I couldn't quite make out.
+I saw myself sitting in the crotch of this fig tree, starving to [death][], just because I couldn't make up my mind which of the figs I would choose.
+I wanted each and every one of them, but choosing one meant losing all the rest, and, as I sat there, unable to decide, the figs began to wrinkle and go black, and, one by one, they plopped to the ground at my feet.
 
 [other lovers]: spittle.html
 [death]: deathstrumpet.html
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