Updated with correct Makefile

.gitignore

@@ -1,3 +1,14 @@
-bin/*
+atob
+jabber
+wocky
+btoa
 
-*.txt
+atob.o
+jabber.o
+wocky.o
+btoa.o
+
+bit-*.txt
+kapow-*.txt
+zap-*.txt
+out.txt

make.sh

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-#!/bin/sh
-
-# Make binary folder
-mkdir bin
-
-# Compile
-gcc atob.c -g -o bin/atob
-gcc jabber.c -g -o bin/jabber
-gcc wocky.c -g -o bin/wocky
-gcc btoa.c -g -o bin/btoa
-
-# Run in order
-./bin/atob ${1} bit.txt
-./bin/jabber bit.txt zap.txt
-./bin/wocky zap.txt kapow.txt
-./bin/btoa kapow.txt out.txt
-
-# Print all
-<< ////
-echo --${1}--
-cat ${1}
-echo
-
-echo --bit-${1}--
-cat bit.txt
-echo
-
-echo --zap-${1}--
-cat zap.txt
-echo
-
-echo --kapow-${1}--
-cat kapow.txt
-echo
-
-echo --out.txt--
-cat out.txt
-echo
-////

texts/hello.txt

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-Hello

texts/hollow.txt

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