@@ -143,55 +143,6 @@ pub fn abort(args: &fmt::Arguments) -> ! {
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let msg = str:: from_utf8 ( w. buf [ mut ..w. pos ] ) . unwrap_or ( "aborted" ) ;
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let msg = if msg. is_empty ( ) { "aborted" } else { msg} ;
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- // Give some context to the message
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- let hash = msg. bytes ( ) . fold ( 0 , |accum, val| accum + ( val as uint ) ) ;
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- let quote = match hash % 10 {
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- 0 => "
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- It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I
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- know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
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- As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of
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- having asked leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in
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- corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see." ,
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- 1 => "
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- There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the
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- stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream,
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- we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are
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- dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night
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- with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing
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- in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch
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- down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes
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- that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then
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- we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of
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- wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy." ,
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- 2 => "
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- Instead of the poems I had hoped for, there came only a shuddering blackness
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- and ineffable loneliness; and I saw at last a fearful truth which no one had
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- ever dared to breathe before — the unwhisperable secret of secrets — The fact
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- that this city of stone and stridor is not a sentient perpetuation of Old New
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- York as London is of Old London and Paris of Old Paris, but that it is in fact
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- quite dead, its sprawling body imperfectly embalmed and infested with queer
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- animate things which have nothing to do with it as it was in life." ,
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- 3 => "
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- The ocean ate the last of the land and poured into the smoking gulf, thereby
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- giving up all it had ever conquered. From the new-flooded lands it flowed
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- again, uncovering death and decay; and from its ancient and immemorial bed it
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- trickled loathsomely, uncovering nighted secrets of the years when Time was
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- young and the gods unborn. Above the waves rose weedy remembered spires. The
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- moon laid pale lilies of light on dead London, and Paris stood up from its damp
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- grave to be sanctified with star-dust. Then rose spires and monoliths that were
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- weedy but not remembered; terrible spires and monoliths of lands that men never
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- knew were lands..." ,
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- 4 => "
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- There was a night when winds from unknown spaces whirled us irresistibly into
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- limitless vacuum beyond all thought and entity. Perceptions of the most
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- maddeningly untransmissible sort thronged upon us; perceptions of infinity
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- which at the time convulsed us with joy, yet which are now partly lost to my
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- memory and partly incapable of presentation to others." ,
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- _ => "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
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- } ;
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- rterrln ! ( "{}" , "" ) ;
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- rterrln ! ( "{}" , quote) ;
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- rterrln ! ( "{}" , "" ) ;
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rterrln ! ( "fatal runtime error: {}" , msg) ;
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unsafe { intrinsics:: abort ( ) ; }
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}
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