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bin/* |
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atob |
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jabber |
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wocky |
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btoa |
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*.txt |
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atob.o |
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jabber.o |
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wocky.o |
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btoa.o |
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bit-*.txt |
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kapow-*.txt |
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zap-*.txt |
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out.txt |
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#!/bin/sh |
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# Make binary folder |
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mkdir bin |
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# Compile |
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gcc atob.c -g -o bin/atob |
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gcc jabber.c -g -o bin/jabber |
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gcc wocky.c -g -o bin/wocky |
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gcc btoa.c -g -o bin/btoa |
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# Run in order |
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./bin/atob ${1} bit.txt |
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./bin/jabber bit.txt zap.txt |
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./bin/wocky zap.txt kapow.txt |
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./bin/btoa kapow.txt out.txt |
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# Print all |
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<< //// |
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echo --${1}-- |
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cat ${1} |
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echo |
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echo --bit-${1}-- |
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cat bit.txt |
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echo |
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echo --zap-${1}-- |
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cat zap.txt |
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echo |
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echo --kapow-${1}-- |
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cat kapow.txt |
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echo |
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echo --out.txt-- |
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cat out.txt |
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echo |
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Hello |
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The Hollow Men. |
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We are the hollow men |
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We are the stuffed men |
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Leaning together |
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Headpiece filled with straw. Alas! |
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Our dried voices, when |
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We whisper together |
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Are quiet and meaningless |
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As wind in dry grass |
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Or rats' feet over broken glass |
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in our dry cellar |
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Shape without form, shade without colour, |
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Paralysed force, gesture without motion; |
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Those who have crossed |
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With direct eyes, to death's other Kingdom |
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Remember us --- if at all --- not as lost |
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Violent souls, but only |
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As the hollow men |
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The stuffed men. |
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Eyes I dare not meet in dreams |
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In death's dream kingdom |
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These do not appear: |
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There, the eyes are |
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Sunlight on a broken column |
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There, is a tree swinging |
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And voices are |
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In the wind's singing |
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More distant and more solemn |
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Than a fading star. |
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Let me be no nearer |
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In death's dream kingdom |
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Let me also wear |
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Such deliberate disguises |
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Rat's coat, crowskin, crossed staves |
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In a field |
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Behaving as the wind behaves |
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No nearer --- |
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Not that final meeting |
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In the twilight kingdom |
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This is the dead land |
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This is cactus land |
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Here the stone images |
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Are raised, here they receive |
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The supplication of a dead man's hand |
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Under the twinkle of a fading star. |
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Is it like this |
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In death's other kingdom |
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Waking alone |
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At the hour when we are |
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Trembling with tenderness |
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Lips that would kiss |
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Form prayers to broken stone. |
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The eyes are not here |
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There are no eyes here |
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In this valley of dying stars |
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In this hollow valley |
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This broken jaw of our lost kingdoms |
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In this last of meeting places |
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We grope together |
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And avoid speech |
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Gathered on this beach of the tumid river |
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Sightless, unless |
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The eyes reappear |
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As the perpetual star |
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Multifoliate rose |
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Of death's twilight kingdom |
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The hope only |
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Of empty men. |
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Here we go around the prickly pear |
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Prickly pear prickly pear |
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Here we go around the prickly pear |
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At five o'clock in the morning. |
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Between the idea |
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And the reality |
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Between the motion |
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And the act |
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Falls the Shadow |
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For Thine is the Kingdom |
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Between the conception |
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And the creation |
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Between the emotion |
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And the response |
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Falls the Shadow |
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Life is very long |
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Between the desire |
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And the spasm |
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Between the potency |
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And the existence |
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Between the essence |
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And the descent |
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Falls the Shadow |
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For Thine is the Kingdom |
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For Thine is |
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Life is |
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For Thine is the |
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This is the way the world ends |
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This is the way the world ends |
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This is the way the world ends |
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Not with a bang but with a whimper. |
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