auto merge of #20944 : brson/rust/weve-met-with-a-terrible-fate-havent-we, r=brson

Closes #13871

Author: bors

src/libstd/rt/util.rs

@@ -144,56 +144,6 @@ pub fn abort(args: fmt::Arguments) -> ! {
     let _ = write!(&mut w, "{}", args);
     let msg = str::from_utf8(&w.buf[0..w.pos]).unwrap_or("aborted");
     let msg = if msg.is_empty() {"aborted"} else {msg};
-
-    // Give some context to the message
-    let hash = msg.bytes().fold(0, |accum, val| accum + (val as uint) );
-    let quote = match hash % 10 {
-        0 => "
-It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I
-know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes.
-As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of
-having asked leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in
-corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see.",
-        1 => "
-There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the
-stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream,
-we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are
-dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night
-with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing
-in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch
-down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes
-that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then
-we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of
-wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.",
-        2 => "
-Instead of the poems I had hoped for, there came only a shuddering blackness
-and ineffable loneliness; and I saw at last a fearful truth which no one had
-ever dared to breathe before — the unwhisperable secret of secrets — The fact
-that this city of stone and stridor is not a sentient perpetuation of Old New
-York as London is of Old London and Paris of Old Paris, but that it is in fact
-quite dead, its sprawling body imperfectly embalmed and infested with queer
-animate things which have nothing to do with it as it was in life.",
-        3 => "
-The ocean ate the last of the land and poured into the smoking gulf, thereby
-giving up all it had ever conquered. From the new-flooded lands it flowed
-again, uncovering death and decay; and from its ancient and immemorial bed it
-trickled loathsomely, uncovering nighted secrets of the years when Time was
-young and the gods unborn. Above the waves rose weedy remembered spires. The
-moon laid pale lilies of light on dead London, and Paris stood up from its damp
-grave to be sanctified with star-dust. Then rose spires and monoliths that were
-weedy but not remembered; terrible spires and monoliths of lands that men never
-knew were lands...",
-        4 => "
-There was a night when winds from unknown spaces whirled us irresistibly into
-limitless vacuum beyond all thought and entity. Perceptions of the most
-maddeningly untransmissible sort thronged upon us; perceptions of infinity
-which at the time convulsed us with joy, yet which are now partly lost to my
-memory and partly incapable of presentation to others.",
-        _ => "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?"
-    };
-    rterrln!("{}", "");
-    rterrln!("{}", quote);
-    rterrln!("{}", "");
     rterrln!("fatal runtime error: {}", msg);
     unsafe { intrinsics::abort(); }
 }