From 9fce418b46c9f0894f429384ef9e3dabaeffbeb4 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Tue, 14 Apr 2015 16:36:17 -0700
Subject: Change file hierarchy and rewrite makefile

- File hierarchy is now as follows:
    - /
        - appendix/  < appendix source files
        - backlinks/ < backlink sources & builds
        - hapax/     < *.hapax source files
        - scripts/   < scripts, like *.js, *.hs, etc.
        - templates/ < templates for outputs
        - text/      < source files
        - trunk/     < assets, like css, images, heads, etc.
        - index.html
        - *.html
        - Makefile
---
 text/epigraph.txt | 34 ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
 1 file changed, 34 insertions(+)
 create mode 100644 text/epigraph.txt

(limited to 'text/epigraph.txt')

diff --git a/text/epigraph.txt b/text/epigraph.txt
new file mode 100644
index 0000000..2dc2c13
--- /dev/null
+++ b/text/epigraph.txt
@@ -0,0 +1,34 @@
+---
+title: epigraph
+subtitle: "&ndash; Sylvia Plath"
+genre: prose
+
+id: epigraph
+toc: "_epigraph_"
+
+project:
+    title: Elegies for alternate selves
+    class: elegies
+    order: 1
+    next:
+    - title: How to read this
+      link: howtoreadthis
+    prev:
+    - title: Death's Trumpet
+      link: deathstrumpet
+...
+
+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.
+
+[other lovers]: spittle.html
+[death]: deathstrumpet.html
+[green fig tree]: peaches.html
-- 
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