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authorSteve Hay <steve.m.hay@googlemail.com>2013-10-20 15:39:39 +0100
committerSteve Hay <steve.m.hay@googlemail.com>2013-10-20 15:39:39 +0100
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Add epigraph for Perl 5.19.5
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=head1 EPIGRAPHS
+=head2 v5.19.5 - Charles Baudelaire, "The Flowers of Evil", 51. The Cat
+
+L<Announced on 2013-10-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/10/msg208752.html>
+
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+
+ I
+
+ A cat is strolling through my mind
+ Acting as though he owned the place,
+ A lovely cat -- strong, charming, sweet.
+ When he meows, one scarcely hears,
+
+ So tender and discreet his tone;
+ But whether he should growl or purr
+ His voice is always rich and deep.
+ That is the secret of his charm.
+
+ This purling voice that filters down
+ Into my darkest depths of soul
+ Fulfils me like a balanced verse,
+ Delights me as a potion would.
+
+ It puts to sleep the cruellest ills
+ And keeps a rein on ecstasies --
+ Without the need for any words
+ It can pronounce the longest phrase.
+
+ Oh no, there is no bow that draws
+ Across my heart, fine instrument,
+ And makes to sing so royally
+ The strongest and the purest chord,
+
+ More than your voice, mysterious cat,
+ Exotic cat, seraphic cat,
+ In whom all is, angelically,
+ As subtle as harmonious.
+
+ II
+
+ From his soft fur, golden and brown,
+ Goes out so sweet a scent, one night
+ I might have been embalmed in it
+ By giving him one little pet.
+
+ He is my household's guardian soul;
+ He judges, he presides, inspires
+ All matters in hos royal realm;
+ Might he be fairy? or a god?
+
+ When my eyes, to this cat I love
+ Drawn as by a magnet's force,
+ Turn tamely back from that appeal,
+ And when I look within myself,
+
+ I notice with astonishment
+ The fire of his opal eyes,
+ Clear beacons glowing, living jewels,
+ Taking my measure, steadily.
+
+ -- Charles Baudelaire, /The Flowers of Evil, 51. The Cat/,
+ trans. James McGowan
+
+=back
+
=head2 v5.19.4 - Washington Irving, "The Widow and Her Son"
L<Announced on 2013-09-20 by Steve Hay|http://www.nntp.perl.org/group/perl.perl5.porters/2013/09/msg207969.html>