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diff --git a/Master/texmf-dist/doc/xmltex/passivetex/test.xml b/Master/texmf-dist/doc/xmltex/passivetex/test.xml deleted file mode 100644 index 321a22835d4..00000000000 --- a/Master/texmf-dist/doc/xmltex/passivetex/test.xml +++ /dev/null @@ -1,280 +0,0 @@ -<?xml version="1.0"?> -<!DOCTYPE TEI.2 SYSTEM "teixlite.dtd"> -<TEI.2> - <teiHeader> - <fileDesc> - <titleStmt> - <title>This and that</title> - </titleStmt> - <publicationStmt> - <p> </p> - </publicationStmt> - <sourceDesc> - <p></p> - </sourceDesc> - </fileDesc> - <revisionDesc> - <list> - <item><date>October 10th 1999</date>Initial version</item> - </list> - </revisionDesc> - </teiHeader> - <text> -<front> - <docTitle> - <titlePart type="main">Texts for beginners</titlePart> - </docTitle> -<docAuthor>A N Other</docAuthor> -<docDate>October 10th 1999</docDate> -</front> -<body> - -<div><head>The table in section 1</head> -<p> -Over the whine of the electric mixer, Mara heard her name called, but she -didn't bother to acknowledge it. Instead she added more sugar to the egg -whites and continued to beat them until they formed stiff peaks. She was -spooning the meringue on to the pie filling when she heard the hum of the -wheelchair approaching the kitchen. -</p><p> -`Mara, the mailman just drove by.' The chair rolled to a stop inside the -room. `I'm expecting some correspondence from Fitzgerald. Will you see if -it's come?' -</p><p> -Mara didn't turn around. I'm busy at the moment, Adam.' She continued to -spread the meringue thickly over the pie, ignoring the instant of tense -silence. -</p> -<div><head>The table in section 1</head> -<q rend="display"> -<table cols="3" rend="inline"> -<row><cell cols="3">AT&T Common Stock</cell></row> -<row><cell>Year </cell><cell> Price</cell><cell>Dividend</cell></row> -<row><cell>1971</cell><cell>41--54</cell><cell>$2.60</cell></row> -<row><cell> 2</cell><cell>41--54</cell><cell>2.70</cell></row> -<row><cell> 3</cell><cell>46--55</cell><cell>2.87</cell></row> -<row><cell> 4</cell><cell>40--53</cell><cell>3.24</cell></row> -<row><cell> 5</cell><cell>45--52</cell><cell>3.40</cell></row> -<row><cell> 6</cell><cell>51--59</cell><cell>.95*</cell></row> -<row><cell cols="3">(* first quarter only)</cell></row> -</table> -</q> - -<eg> -<![CDATA[ -<xsl:template match="eg"> - <fo:block font-family="{$typewriterFont}" - white-space-collapse="false" - wrap-option="no-wrap" - text-indent="0em" - start-indent="{$exampleMargin}" - text-align="start" - font-size="{$exampleSize}" - background="red" - color="white" - space-before.optimum="4pt" - space-after.optimum="4pt" - > - <xsl:value-of select="translate(.,' ',' ')"/> - </fo:block> -</xsl:template> -]]> -</eg> -</div> -</div> -<div><head>LOOMINGS</head> - -<p>Call me Ishmael. Some years ago—never mind how long -precisely —having little or no money in my purse, and nothing -particular to interest me on shore, I thought I would sail about a -little and see the watery part of the world. It is a way I have of -driving off the spleen, and regulating the circulation. Whenever I -find myself growing grim about the mouth; whenever it is a damp, -drizzly November in my soul; whenever I find myself involuntarily -pausing before coffin warehouses, and bringing up the rear of every -funeral I meet; and especially whenever my hypos get such an upper -hand of me, that it requires a strong moral principle to prevent me -from deliberately stepping into the street, and methodically knocking -people's hats off—then, I account it high time to get to sea as -soon as I can. This is my substitute for pistol and ball. With a -philosophical flourish Cato throws himself upon his sword; I quietly -take to the ship. There is nothing surprising in this. If they but -knew it, almost all men in their degree, some time or other, cherish -very nearly the same feelings towards the ocean with me. There now is -your insular city of the Manhattoes, belted round by wharves as Indian -isles by coral reefs—commerce surrounds it with her surf. Right -and left, the streets take you waterward. Its extreme down-town is -the battery, where that noble mole is washed by waves, and cooled by -breezes, which a few hours previous were out of sight of land. Look -at the crowds of water-gazers there. Circumambulate the city of a -dreamy Sabbath afternoon. Go from Corlears Hook to Coenties Slip, and -from thence, by Whitehall northward. What do you see?—Posted -like silent sentinels all around the town, stand thousands upon -thousands of mortal men fixed in ocean reveries. Some leaning against -the spiles; some seated upon the pier-heads; some looking over the -bulwarks glasses! of ships from China; some high aloft in the -rigging, as if striving to get a still better seaward peep. But these -are all landsmen; of week days pent up in lath and plaster—tied -to counters, nailed to benches, clinched to desks. How then is this? -Are the green fields gone? What do they here? But look! here come -more crowds, pacing straight for the water, and seemingly bound for a -dive. Strange! Nothing will content them but the extremest limit of -the land; loitering under the shady lee of yonder warehouses will not -suffice. No. They must get just as nigh the water as they possibly -can without falling in. And there they stand—miles of -them—leagues. </p> - -<p> Inlanders all, they come from lanes and alleys, streets and -avenues, —north, east, south, and west. Yet here they all -unite. Tell me, does the magnetic virtue of the needles of the -compasses of all those ships attract them thither? Once more. Say, -you are in the country; in some high land of lakes. Take almost any -path you please, and ten to one it carries you down in a dale, and -leaves you there by a pool in the stream. There is magic in it. Let -the most absent-minded of men be plunged in his deepest -reveries—stand that man on his legs, set his feet a-going, and -he will infallibly lead you to water, if water there be in all that -region. Should you ever be athirst in the great American desert, try -this experiment, if your caravan happen to be supplied with a -metaphysical professor. Yes, as every one knows, meditation and water -are wedded for ever. - But here is an artist. He desires to paint you the dreamiest, -shadiest, quietest, most enchanting bit of romantic landscape in all -the valley of the Saco. What is the chief element he employs? There -stand his trees, each with a hollow trunk, as if a hermit and a -crucifix were within; and here sleeps his meadow, and there sleep his -cattle; and up from yonder cottage goes a sleepy smoke. Deep into -distant woodlands winds a mazy way, reaching to overlapping spurs of -mountains bathed in their hill-side blue. But though the picture lies -thus tranced, and though this pine-tree shakes down its sighs like -leaves upon this shepherd's head, yet all were vain, unless the -shepherd's eye were fixed upon the magic stream before him. Go visit -the Prairies in June, when for scores on scores of miles you wade -knee-deep among Tiger-lilies—what is the one charm wanting? -—Water —there is not a drop of water there! Were Niagara -but a cataract of sand, would you travel your thousand miles to see -it? Why did the poor poet of Tennessee, upon suddenly receiving two -handfuls of silver, deliberate whether to buy him a coat, which he -sadly needed, or invest his money in a pedestrian trip to Rockaway -Beach? Why is almost every robust healthy boy with a robust healthy -soul in him, at some time or other crazy to go to sea? Why upon your -first voyage as a passenger, did you yourself feel such a mystical -vibration, when first told that you and your ship were now out of -sight of land? Why did the old Persians hold the sea holy? Why did -the Greeks give it a separate deity, and own brother of Jove? Surely -all this is not without meaning. And still deeper the meaning of that -story of Narcissus, who because he could not grasp the tormenting, -mild image he saw in the fountain, plunged into it and was drowned. -But that same image, we ourselves see in all rivers and oceans. It is -the image of the ungraspable phantom of life; and this is the key to -it all. Now, when I say that I am in the habit of going to sea -whenever I begin to grow hazy about the eyes, and begin to be over -conscious of my lungs, I do not mean to have it inferred that I ever -go to sea as a passenger. For to go as a passenger you must needs -have a purse, and a purse is but a rag unless you have something in -it. Besides, passengers get sea-sick —grow quarrelsome -—don't sleep of nights —do not enjoy themselves much, as a -general thing; —no, I never go as a passenger; nor, though I am -something of a salt, do I ever go to sea as a Commodore, or a Captain, -or a Cook. I abandon the glory and distinction of such offices to -those who like them. For my part, I abominate all honorable -respectable toils, trials, and tribulations of every kind whatsoever. -It is quite as much as I can do to take care of myself, without taking -care of ships, barques, brigs, schooners, and what not. And as for -going as cook, — though I confess there is considerable glory in -that, a cook being a sort of officer on ship-board —yet, -somehow, I never fancied broiling fowls; —though once broiled, -judiciously buttered, and judgmatically salted and peppered, there is -no one who will speak more respectfully, not to say reverentially, of -a broiled fowl than I will. It is out of the idolatrous dotings of -the old Egyptians upon broiled ibis and roasted river horse, that you -see the mummies of those creatures in their huge bake-houses the -pyramids. No, when I go to sea, I go as a simple sailor, right before -the mast, plumb down into the forecastle, aloft there to the royal -mast-head. True, they rather order me about some, and make me jump -from spar to spar, like a grasshopper in a May meadow. And at first, -this sort of thing is unpleasant enough. It touches one's sense of -honor, particularly if you come of an old established family in the -land, the van Rensselaers, or Randolphs, or Hardicanutes. And more -than all, if just previous to putting your hand into the tar-pot, you -have been lording it as a country schoolmaster, making the tallest -boys stand in awe of you. The transition is a keen one, I assure you, -from the schoolmaster to a sailor, and requires a strong decoction of -Seneca and the Stoics to enable you to grin and bear it. But even -this wears off in time. What of it, if some old hunks of a -sea-captain orders me to get a broom and sweep down the decks? What -does that indignity amount to, weighed, I mean, in the scales of the -New Testament? Do you think the archangel Gabriel thinks anything the -less of me, - because I promptly and respectfully obey that old hunks in that -particular instance? Who aint a slave? Tell me that. Well, then, -however the old sea-captains may order me about—however they may -thump and punch me about, I have the satisfaction of knowing that it -is all right; that everybody else is one way or other served in much -the same way — either in a physical or metaphysical point of -view, that is; and so the universal thump is passed round, and all -hands should rub each other's shoulder-blades, and be content. Again, -I always go to sea as a sailor, because they make a point of paying me -for my trouble, whereas they never pay passengers a single penny that -I ever heard of. On the contrary, passengers themselves must pay. -And there is all the difference in the world between paying and being -paid. The act of paying is perhaps the most uncomfortable infliction -that the two orchard thieves entailed upon us. But being paid, -—what will compare with it? The urbane activity with which a -man receives money is really marvellous, considering that we so -earnestly believe money to be the root of all earthly ills, and that -on no account can a monied man enter heaven. Ah! how cheerfully we -consign ourselves to perdition! Finally, I always go to sea as a -sailor, because of the wholesome exercise and pure air of the -forecastle deck. For as in this world, head winds are far more -prevalent than winds from astern (that is, if you never violate the -Pythagorean maxim), so for the most part the Commodore on the -quarter-deck gets his atmosphere at second hand from the sailors on -the forecastle. He thinks he breathes it first; but not so. In much -the same way do the commonalty lead their leaders in many other -things, at the same time that the leaders little suspect it. But -wherefore it was that after having repeatedly smelt the sea as a -merchant sailor, I should now take it into my head to go on a whaling -voyage; this the invisible police officer of the Fates, who has the -constant surveillance of me, and secretly dogs me, and influences me -in some unaccountable way —he can better answer than any one -else. And, doubtless, my going on this whaling - voyage, formed part of the grand programme of Providence that was drawn up a -long time ago. It came in as a sort of brief interlude and solo between more -extensive performances. I take it that this part of the bill must have run -something like this: -<list> -<item>Grand Contested Election for the Presidency of the -United States. </item> -<item>Whaling Voyage by one Ishmael. </item> -<item>Bloody Battle in Affghanistan.</item> -</list>Though I cannot tell why it was exactly that those stage -managers, the Fates, put me down for this shabby part of a whaling voyage, -when others were set down for magnificent parts in high tragedies, and short -and easy parts in genteel comedies, and jolly parts in farces —though I -cannot tell why this was exactly; yet, now that I recall all the -circumstances, I think I can see a little into the springs and motives which -being cunningly presented to me under various disguises, induced me to set -about -performing the part I did, besides cajoling me into the delusion that it was -a choice resulting from my own unbiased freewill and discriminating judgment. -chief among these motives was the overwhelming idea of the great whale -himself. Such a portentous and mysterious monster roused all my curiosity. -Then the wild and distant seas where he rolled his island bulk; the -undeliverable, nameless perils of the whale; these, with all the attending -marvels of a thousand Patagonian sights and sounds, helped to sway me to my -wish. With other men, perhaps, such things would not have been inducements; -but as for me, I am tormented with an everlasting itch for things remote. I -love to sail forbidden seas, and land on barbarous coasts. Not ignoring what -is good, I am quick to perceive a horror, and could still be social with -it—would they let me —since it is but well to be on friendly terms with all -the inmates of the place one lodges in. By reason of these things, then, the -whaling voyage was welcome; the great flood-gates of the wonder-world swung -open, and in the wild conceits that swayed me to my purpose, two and two -there floated into my inmost soul, endless processions of the whale, and, mid -most of them all, one grand hooded phantom, like a snow hill in the air. -</p> -</div> -</body> -</text> -</TEI.2> |