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CC = gcc |
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FLAGS = -g |
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OBJ = atob.o btoa.o jabber.o wocky.o |
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EXEC = atob btoa jabber wocky test-me |
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TEST_ASCII = hollow |
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all: $(EXEC) |
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test-me: jabber wocky atob btoa |
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./atob $(TEST_ASCII).txt bit-$(TEST_ASCII).txt; |
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./jabber bit-$(TEST_ASCII).txt zap-$(TEST_ASCII).txt; |
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./wocky zap-$(TEST_ASCII).txt kapow-$(TEST_ASCII).txt; |
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./btoa kapow-$(TEST_ASCII).txt out.txt; |
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diff $(TEST_ASCII).txt out.txt |
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jabber: jabber.o |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -o jabber jabber.o |
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wocky: wocky.o |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -o wocky wocky.o |
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atob: atob.o |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -o atob atob.o |
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btoa: btoa.o |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -o btoa btoa.o |
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jabber.o: jabber.c |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -c jabber.c |
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wocky.o: wocky.c |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -c wocky.c |
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atob.o: atob.c |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -c atob.c |
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btoa.o: btoa.c |
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$(CC) $(FLAGS) -c btoa.c |
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clean: |
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rm -f $(OBJ) $(EXEC) bit-$(TEST_ASCII).txt zap-$(TEST_ASCII).txt kapow-$(TEST_ASCII).txt out.txt |
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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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