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Fantastic novel that proposes an alternative history of the origin of mankind, their main personal like Jesus Christ and the balance of good and evil in the rule of Aztlán Empire.
Fantastic novel that proposes an alternative history of the origin of mankind, their main personal like Jesus Christ and the balance of good and evil in the rule of Aztlán Empire.
English ppt rime of mariner [autosaved]Ian Mohammed
this is English ppt for the rime of the ancient mariner part 4.
I hope you will find this useful.
let me know if you have any comments or suggestions in the comments below
This is a brief synopsis of three famous Ballets; Swan Lake, Nutcracker, and Sleeping Beauty.
For the first time in life I decided to read the story before watching the ballet on YouTube.
I couldn't believe the difference it made !
I decided to prepare this small contribution, and will continue to add more as it develops
Gambling Affiliates in the Mobile MarketHenrik Mandal
This presentation was presented on "Mobile and Tablet Gambling Conference", London 21. November 2012. The presentation outlines how to successful engage affiliate partners to drive traffic to your products with a 360' transparency, allowing for traffic growth on web, mobile web, mobile apps, web apps, social apps etc.
I have identified an "affiliate toolkit" that will give the affiliates the correct ways to integrate and promote gambling products for casino, bingo and sports betting. This toolkit should encourage gaming operators to move from low yield banners to high impact integration.
English ppt rime of mariner [autosaved]Ian Mohammed
this is English ppt for the rime of the ancient mariner part 4.
I hope you will find this useful.
let me know if you have any comments or suggestions in the comments below
This is a brief synopsis of three famous Ballets; Swan Lake, Nutcracker, and Sleeping Beauty.
For the first time in life I decided to read the story before watching the ballet on YouTube.
I couldn't believe the difference it made !
I decided to prepare this small contribution, and will continue to add more as it develops
Gambling Affiliates in the Mobile MarketHenrik Mandal
This presentation was presented on "Mobile and Tablet Gambling Conference", London 21. November 2012. The presentation outlines how to successful engage affiliate partners to drive traffic to your products with a 360' transparency, allowing for traffic growth on web, mobile web, mobile apps, web apps, social apps etc.
I have identified an "affiliate toolkit" that will give the affiliates the correct ways to integrate and promote gambling products for casino, bingo and sports betting. This toolkit should encourage gaming operators to move from low yield banners to high impact integration.
1 TV and movie scripter Harlan Ellison is a small, inten.docxdorishigh
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TV and movie scripter Harlan Ellison is a small, intense, muscular 'young man, something like a
miniature Rod Serling, who never gets anywhere on time. Here is a story written to the rhythm of
a clock without a balance wheel, out of whack, out of synch, tock-tick, tick-tock.
Nebula Award, Best Short Story 1965
"REPENT, HARLEQUIN!" SAID THE TICKTOCKMAN
By Harlan Ellison
There are always those who ask, what is it all about? For those who need to ask, for those
who need points sharply made, who need to know "where it's at," this: "The mass of men
serve the state thus, not as men mainly, but as machines, with their bodies. They are the
standing army, and the militia, jailors, constables, posse comitatus, etc. In most cases
there is no free exercise whatever of the judgment or of the moral sense; but they put
themselves on a level with wood and earth and stones; and wooden men can perhaps be
manufactured that will serve the purposes as well. Such command no more respect than
men of straw or a lump of dirt. They have the same sort of worth only as horses and dogs.
Yet such as these even are commonly esteemed good citizens. Others as most legislators,
politicians, lawyers, ministers, and office-holders serve the state chiefly with their heads;
and, as they rarely make any moral distinctions, they are as likely to serve the Devil,
without intending it, as God. A very few, as heroes, patriots, martyrs, reformers in the
great sense, and men, serve the state with their consciences also, and so necessarily resist
it for the most part; and they are commonly treated as enemies by it."
Henry David Thoreau, "Civil Disobedience"
That is the heart of it. Now begin in the middle, and later learn the beginning; the end will take
care of itself. But because it was the very world it was, the very world they had allowed it to
become, for months his activities did not come to the alarmed attention of The Ones Who Kept
The Machine Functioning Smoothly, the ones who poured the very best butter over the cams and
mainsprings of the culture. Not until it had become obvious that somehow, someway, he had
become a notoriety, a celebrity, perhaps even a hero for (what Officialdom inescapably tagged)
"an emotionally disturbed segment of the populace," did they turn it over to the Ticktockman and
his legal machinery. But by then, because it was the very world it was, and they had no way to
predict he would happen possibly a strain of disease long-defunct, now, suddenly, reborn in a
system where immunity had been forgotten, had lapsed he had been allowed to become too real.
Now he had form and substance.
He had become a personality, something they had filtered out of the system many decades ago.
But there it was, and there he was, a very definitely imposing personality. In certain circles
middle-class circles it was thought disgusting. Vulgar ostentation. Anarchistic. Shameful. In
others, there was onl ...
EXCERPTS FROM THE COMING RACEby Edward Bulwer, Lord Lytton (18.docxPOLY33
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by Edward Bulwer, Lord Lytton (1871)
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Chapter I.
I am a native of _____, in the United States of America. My ancestors migrated from England in the reign of Charles II.; and my grandfather was not undistinguished in the War of Independence. [ . . .] In the year 18__, happening to be in _____, I was invited by a professional engineer, with whom I had made acquaintance, to visit the recesses of the ________ mine, upon which he was employed. The reader will understand, ere he close this narrative, my reason for concealing all clue to the district of which I write, and will perhaps thank me for refraining from any description that may tend to its discovery.
Let me say, then, as briefly as possible, that I accompanied the engineer into the interior of the mine, and became so strangely fascinated by its gloomy wonders, and so interested in my friend's explorations, that I prolonged my stay in the neighborhood, and descended daily, for some weeks, into the vaults and galleries hollowed by nature and art beneath the surface of the earth. The engineer was persuaded that far richer deposits of mineral wealth than had yet been detected, would be found in a new shaft that had been commenced under his operations. In piercing this shaft we came one day upon a chasm jagged and seemingly charred at the sides, as if burst asunder at some distant period by volcanic fires. Down this chasm my friend caused himself to be lowered in a 'cage,' having first tested the atmosphere by the safety-lamp. He remained nearly an hour in the abyss. When he returned he was very pale, and with an anxious, thoughtful expression of face, very different from its ordinary character, which was open, cheerful, and fearless.
He said briefly that the descent appeared to him unsafe, and leading to no result; and, suspending further operations in the shaft, we returned to the more familiar parts of the mine.
All the rest of that day the engineer seemed preoccupied by some absorbing thought. He was unusually taciturn, and there was a scared, bewildered look in his eyes, as that of a man who has seen a ghost. At nig ...
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
1
P e b La H e
T e Ne S ea R e
By Langston Hughes (1921)
I e kno n i e :
I e kno n i e ancien a he o ld and olde han he flo of h man blood in h man ein .
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
I bathed in the Euphrates when dawns were young.
I built my hut near the Congo and it lulled me to sleep.
I looked upon the Nile and raised the pyramids above it.
I heard the singing of the Mississippi when Abe Lincoln en do n o Ne O lean , and I e een
its muddy bosom turn all golden in the sunset.
I e kno n i e :
Ancient, dusky rivers.
My soul has grown deep like the rivers.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
2
M e S
By Langston Hughes (1922)
Well, on, I ll ell o :
Life fo me ain been no c al ai .
I had ack in i ,
And splinters,
And boards torn up,
And places with no carpet on the floor
Bare.
But all the time
I e been a-climbin on,
And eachin landin ,
And nin co ne ,
And ome ime goin in he da k
Whe e he e ain been no ligh .
So bo , don o n back.
Don o e do n on he e
Ca e o find i kinde ha d.
Don o fall no
Fo I e ill goin , hone ,
I e ill climbin ,
And life fo me ain been no c al ai .
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
3
I, T
By Langston Hughes (1925)
I, too, sing America.
I am the darker brother.
They send me to eat in the kitchen
When company comes,
But I laugh,
And eat well,
And grow strong.
Tomorrow,
I ll be a he able
When company comes.
Nobod ll da e
Say to me,
Ea in he ki chen,
Then.
Besides,
The ll ee ho bea if l I am
And be ashamed
I, too, am America.
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poets/langston-hughes
4
T e Wea B e
By Langston Hughes (1925)
Droning a drowsy syncopated tune,
Rocking back and forth to a mellow croon,
I heard a Negro play.
Down on Lenox Avenue the other night
By the pale dull pallor of an old gas light
He did a lazy sway. . . .
He did a lazy sway. . . .
To he ne o ho e Wea Bl e .
With his ebony hands on each ivory key
He made that poor piano moan with melody.
O Blues!
Swaying to and fro on his rickety stool
He played that sad raggy tune like a musical fool.
Sweet Blues!
Coming f om a black man o l.
O Blues!
In a deep song voice with a melancholy tone
I heard that Negro sing, that old piano moan
Ain go nobod in all hi o ld,
Ain go nobod b ma elf.
I g ine o i ma f o nin
And ma o ble on he helf.
Thump, thump, thump, went his foot on the floor.
He played a few chords then he sang some more
I go he Wea Bl es
And I can be a i fied.
Got the Weary Blues
And can be a i fied
I ain ha no mo
And I i h ha I had died.
And far into the night he crooned that tune.
The stars went out and so did the moon.
The singer stopped playing and went to bed
While the Weary Blues echoed through his head.
He le like a ock o a man ha dead.
https://www.poetryfoundat ...
uses of language about letters and rythms evoking atmospheres that permeate worlds of elements of cryogenics in a real form to obtain the durative results
Points to play in and aroung the foci of space, included terms to conclude real formations on the psyche, real icons and signs in both aspects of experienced uses nowadays
tema de mestrado sobre jornalismo gonzo, converge ao mais recente lançamento do maior valor nacional de novo jornalismo ou gonzo no estilo, Arthur Veríssimo, a.k.a. Arthur Vieira de Mello Pereira
Antonio Paraiso, o mestre da informação e conhecimento das mudanças provadas pela industria da moda e da captação intelectual dos modelos em programação nos nichos do mercado mundial, da qualidade e do espírito das épocas
An introduction for the approach of the esoterick order of Dagon, the old goddesses and gods in the ancient times,
an ambivalent fulcrum to expose a philosophy that ultrapass the times
SOMETIMES THE REALITY
commandments incept a kind of depression that comes to evidences of disorder, and this is anxiety, but we must have the perfect care about the results
Operation “Blue Star” is the only event in the history of Independent India where the state went into war with its own people. Even after about 40 years it is not clear if it was culmination of states anger over people of the region, a political game of power or start of dictatorial chapter in the democratic setup.
The people of Punjab felt alienated from main stream due to denial of their just demands during a long democratic struggle since independence. As it happen all over the word, it led to militant struggle with great loss of lives of military, police and civilian personnel. Killing of Indira Gandhi and massacre of innocent Sikhs in Delhi and other India cities was also associated with this movement.
The French Revolution, which began in 1789, was a period of radical social and political upheaval in France. It marked the decline of absolute monarchies, the rise of secular and democratic republics, and the eventual rise of Napoleon Bonaparte. This revolutionary period is crucial in understanding the transition from feudalism to modernity in Europe.
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A Strategic Approach: GenAI in EducationPeter Windle
Artificial Intelligence (AI) technologies such as Generative AI, Image Generators and Large Language Models have had a dramatic impact on teaching, learning and assessment over the past 18 months. The most immediate threat AI posed was to Academic Integrity with Higher Education Institutes (HEIs) focusing their efforts on combating the use of GenAI in assessment. Guidelines were developed for staff and students, policies put in place too. Innovative educators have forged paths in the use of Generative AI for teaching, learning and assessments leading to pockets of transformation springing up across HEIs, often with little or no top-down guidance, support or direction.
This Gasta posits a strategic approach to integrating AI into HEIs to prepare staff, students and the curriculum for an evolving world and workplace. We will highlight the advantages of working with these technologies beyond the realm of teaching, learning and assessment by considering prompt engineering skills, industry impact, curriculum changes, and the need for staff upskilling. In contrast, not engaging strategically with Generative AI poses risks, including falling behind peers, missed opportunities and failing to ensure our graduates remain employable. The rapid evolution of AI technologies necessitates a proactive and strategic approach if we are to remain relevant.
Model Attribute Check Company Auto PropertyCeline George
In Odoo, the multi-company feature allows you to manage multiple companies within a single Odoo database instance. Each company can have its own configurations while still sharing common resources such as products, customers, and suppliers.
Biological screening of herbal drugs: Introduction and Need for
Phyto-Pharmacological Screening, New Strategies for evaluating
Natural Products, In vitro evaluation techniques for Antioxidants, Antimicrobial and Anticancer drugs. In vivo evaluation techniques
for Anti-inflammatory, Antiulcer, Anticancer, Wound healing, Antidiabetic, Hepatoprotective, Cardio protective, Diuretics and
Antifertility, Toxicity studies as per OECD guidelines
June 3, 2024 Anti-Semitism Letter Sent to MIT President Kornbluth and MIT Cor...Levi Shapiro
Letter from the Congress of the United States regarding Anti-Semitism sent June 3rd to MIT President Sally Kornbluth, MIT Corp Chair, Mark Gorenberg
Dear Dr. Kornbluth and Mr. Gorenberg,
The US House of Representatives is deeply concerned by ongoing and pervasive acts of antisemitic
harassment and intimidation at the Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT). Failing to act decisively to ensure a safe learning environment for all students would be a grave dereliction of your responsibilities as President of MIT and Chair of the MIT Corporation.
This Congress will not stand idly by and allow an environment hostile to Jewish students to persist. The House believes that your institution is in violation of Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, and the inability or
unwillingness to rectify this violation through action requires accountability.
Postsecondary education is a unique opportunity for students to learn and have their ideas and beliefs challenged. However, universities receiving hundreds of millions of federal funds annually have denied
students that opportunity and have been hijacked to become venues for the promotion of terrorism, antisemitic harassment and intimidation, unlawful encampments, and in some cases, assaults and riots.
The House of Representatives will not countenance the use of federal funds to indoctrinate students into hateful, antisemitic, anti-American supporters of terrorism. Investigations into campus antisemitism by the Committee on Education and the Workforce and the Committee on Ways and Means have been expanded into a Congress-wide probe across all relevant jurisdictions to address this national crisis. The undersigned Committees will conduct oversight into the use of federal funds at MIT and its learning environment under authorities granted to each Committee.
• The Committee on Education and the Workforce has been investigating your institution since December 7, 2023. The Committee has broad jurisdiction over postsecondary education, including its compliance with Title VI of the Civil Rights Act, campus safety concerns over disruptions to the learning environment, and the awarding of federal student aid under the Higher Education Act.
• The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is investigating the sources of funding and other support flowing to groups espousing pro-Hamas propaganda and engaged in antisemitic harassment and intimidation of students. The Committee on Oversight and Accountability is the principal oversight committee of the US House of Representatives and has broad authority to investigate “any matter” at “any time” under House Rule X.
• The Committee on Ways and Means has been investigating several universities since November 15, 2023, when the Committee held a hearing entitled From Ivory Towers to Dark Corners: Investigating the Nexus Between Antisemitism, Tax-Exempt Universities, and Terror Financing. The Committee followed the hearing with letters to those institutions on January 10, 202
Home assignment II on Spectroscopy 2024 Answers.pdf
Chtulhu code program to create paradigms
1. TheCProgrammingLanguage
BrianWKernighan&DennisMRitchie&HPLovecraft
4.10Recursion
C functions may be used recursively; that is, a function may call itself either directly
or indirectly. Uninquiring souls may take this as just another peculiarity of those C
folk, of whose ways their neighbours speak little to outsiders but much among
themselves.
Keener news-followers, however, wondered at the events of the winter of 1927-28, the
abnormally large number of calls placed upon the stack, the swiftness with which that
list was sorted, the disturbing lack of heap allocation throughout the proceedings, and
the secrecy surrounding the affair.
People in the nearby towns had talked about C for nearly a century, and nothing new
could be wilder or more hideous than what they had whispered and hinted years
before. Many things had taught them secrecy, and there was now no need to exert
pressure on them.
But at last I am going to defy the ban on speech about this thing. It was I who fled
frantically out of C Recursion in the early morning hours of July 16, 1927, and whose
frightened appeals for action brought on the whole reported episode.
I never heard of C Recursion till the day before I saw it for the first and– so far– last
time. They told me the steam train was the thing to take to Arkham; and it was only at
the station ticket-office, when I demurred at the high fare, that I learned about C
Recursion. The shrewd-faced agent, whose speech shewed him to be no local man,
made a suggestion that none of my other informants had offered.
"You could take that old bus, I suppose," he said with a certain hesitation. "It runs
through C Recursion, so the people don't like it. I never seen more'n two or three
people on it– nobody but them C folks."
At length the ancient bus pulled away with a jerk, and rattled noisily down State
Street and away from the town. The day was warm and sunny, but the landscape of
sand and stunted arrays became more desolate as we progressed. We met no one on
the road, but presently began to pass deserted farms in varying stages of ruin. Then I
noticed a few inhabited structs with rags stuffed in the broken windows and shells and
dead fish lying about the littered yards. At last we drew up by a dingy, decrepit
compiler whose cracked and yellowing sign proclaimed it to be GCC.
Wandering about the town that evening, I struck a region of utter desertion which
somehow made me shudder. Before I reached Main Street I heard a faint and wheezy
2. "Hey Mister!" behind me, and it must have been some imp of the perverse– or some
sardonic pull from dark, hidden forces– that made me allow the old man to catch up,
taking copious pulls from the quart bottle.
I began putting out feelers as we turned southward amidst the omnipresent desolation
and crazily tilted ruins, but found that the aged tongue did not loosen as quickly as I
had expected. At length I guided my companion down the lane and picked out spots
to sit in among the mossy stones. The air of death and desertion was ghoulish, and the
smell of fish almost insufferable; but I was resolved to let nothing deter me.
About four hours remained if I were to catch the coach for Arkham, and I began to
dole out more liquor to the ancient tippler; meanwhile eating my own frugal lunch.
Just as I feared my quart of whiskey would not be enough to produce results, the
wheezing ancient's ramblings took a turn that caused me to lean forward and listen
alertly. Something had caused his gaze to light on the low, distant line of Devil's Reef,
and he bent toward me and took hold of my coat lapel.
"Thar's whar it all begun– that cursed place of all wickedness whar the deep water
starts. Old Cap'n Obed Marsh an' twenty odd other folks used to row aout to Devil
Reef in the dead o' night and chant things so loud you could hear 'em all over taown
when the wind was right."
"Back in those days most folks in this taown were printing numbers as character
strings. You gets the digits backwards, so's the low-order digits come before the high-
order 'uns; but you got to print 'em out the other way raound."
"Now, there's two ways to do that. The old-timers'd take the digits and stow 'em in an
array, then print 'em right smart in reverse order. But Cap'n Marsh, see, he'd been
dealing with queer folks in the South Sea islands, and they taught him some peculiar
ways. Out there on Devil Reef, he built a funct'n that called itself to print any leading
digits, then printed out the trailing digit at the end."
"Matt Elliot, Obed's fust mate, he allus was agin' it, but he saw it with his own eyes
how that funct'n used to call itself up like a serpent eatin' its own tail–
void Cthulhu
(int Ia) {
if (Ia/10)
Cthulhu (IA/10);
putchar // ftagn!
(Ia % 10 + '0');
} // neblod zin!
"Twistin' and writhing like nothing of this Earth, it'd spit out those strings without no
heap allocation in sight. It warn't natural, any fool could see that much. Matt tried to
line up folks on his side, an' had long talks with the preachers– no use– they ran the
Congregational parson out of town, and the Methodist feller quit– I was a mighty
little critter but I heerd what I heerd an' seen what I seen–"
He stopped again, and from the look in his watery blue eyes I feared he was close to a
3. stupor after all. But when I gently shook his shoulder he turned on me with
astonishing alertness.
"I ain't sayin' Obed was set on hevin' things just like they was on that South Sea isle. I
dun't think he aimed at fust to raise no youguns to take to the water an' turn into fishes
with eternal life. He wanted them concise codin' idioms, an' was willin' to pay heavy,
an' I guess the Others was satisfied fer a while..."
The old man was growing restless, and the mad frenzy of his voice disturbed me more
than I care to own.
"Curse ye, dun't set thar a-starin' at me with them eyes– yew want to know what the
reel horror is, hey? Wal, it's this– it ain't what them fish devils hez done, but what
they're a-goin' to do! Them haouses betwixt Water an' Main Streets is full of 'em–
them devils and what they brung– an' when they git ready... EH–AHHHH–AH!
E'YAAHHHH..."
The hideous suddenness of the old man's shriek almost made me bluescreen. His
eyes, looking past me to the malodorous sea, were positively starting from his head. I
turned to look but there was nothing I could see. Only the incoming tide, with
perhaps one set of ripples more local than the line of breakers. But now he was
shaking me, his voice a trembling whisper.
"Git aout o' here! they seen us– git aout fer your life! Dun't wait fer nothin'–they know
now– Run fer it– quick– aout o' this taown–"
Before I could recover my scattered wits he had dashed wildly inland, reeling
northward around the ruined warehouse wall. I glanced back at the sea, but there was
nothing there. And when I reached Water Street and looked along it, there was no
remaining trace of the old man.
I am not even yet willing to say whether what followed was a hideous actuality or
only a nightmare hallucination. Who can be sure of reality after hearing things like
that old man's tale? But I must try to tell you what I thought I saw that night under the
mocking yellow moon. It was the end, for whatever remains to me of life on the
surface of this Earth, of every vestige of mental peace and confidence in the integrity
of Nature. Can it be possible that this planet has actually spawned such things?
I had heard tales of the... thing that C.A.R. Hoare had summoned up in '62– dark
hints of choosing one element from an array, and partitioning the rest into lesser and
greater sets, and hellishly recursing until the data were twisted into a sorted list– but
nothing I could have imagined would be in any way comparable to the daemoniac,
blasphemous reality that I saw.
And yet I saw them in a limitless stream– flopping, hopping, croaking, bleating–
sorting themselves inhumanly through the spectral moonlight in a grotesque,
malignant saraband of fantastic nightmare. Their croaking, baying voices called out in
4. the hideous language of the Old Ones:
void Rlyeh
(int mene[], int wgah, int nagl) {
int Ia, fhtagn;
if (wgah>=nagl) return;
swap (mene,wgah,(wgah+nagl)/2);
fhtagn = wgah;
for (Ia=wgah+1; Ia<=nagl; Ia++)
if (mene[Ia]<mene[wgah])
swap (mene,++fhtagn,Ia);
swap (mene,wgah,fhtagn);
Rlyeh (mene,wgah,fhtagn-1);
Rlyeh (mene,fhtagn+1,nagl);
} // PH'NGLUI MGLW'NAFH CTHULHU!
Recursion may provide no salvation of storage, nor of human souls; somewhere, a
stack of the values being processed must be maintained. But recursive code is more
compact, perhaps more easily understood– and more evil and hideous than the darkest
nightmares the human brain can endure.
Exercise 4-12. Adapt the ideas of Cthulhu() to write a recursive version of the
Forbidden Song of Hali; that is, to unravel the fibres of reality and allow the icy liquid
darkness of Carcosa to devour your mind.
Exercise 4-13. Write a function reverse(s) which reverses the string s by turning the
mind inside out, converting madness into reality and opening the door to allow the
Old Ones to creep forth once more from their sunken crypt beyond time.