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diff --git a/Master/texmf-dist/source/eplain/base/test/column.tex b/Master/texmf-dist/source/eplain/base/test/column.tex deleted file mode 100644 index be1d521fe08..00000000000 --- a/Master/texmf-dist/source/eplain/base/test/column.tex +++ /dev/null @@ -1,228 +0,0 @@ -% This file is public domain. -% -% Test double columns with headlines, single-column material, and a -% \topinsert. -\ifx\undefined\eplain \input eplain \fi -%\catcode`@=11 -%\input gcol -%\catcode`@=12 - -\gutter = 1pc -\hyphenation{pour-ed} - -\headline = {This is the headline \hfil} - -{\center - A test file for eplain - Karl\footnote\dag{Credit in a footnote. Longer than one column. % - Longer longer longer.} -} - -\topinsert -This should appear at the top of the page, since it's a topinsert. It's -also longer than one column. -\endinsert - -Here is a six-and-a-half-inch long rule. - -\hrule width 6.5in - -\doublecolumns - -Here the main document starts. It should be in double columns until -further notice. It's all one paragraph. I am going to use Wuthering -Heights, as usual. With that concluding word, the whole assembly, -exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, -having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with -Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the -confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me -fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with -rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his -neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, pour\-ed forth his -zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which -responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke -me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had -played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that -touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones -against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the -disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still -more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in -the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of -the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and -ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I -resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and -endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the -staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I -must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through -the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; -instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold -hand! - -The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw -back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice -sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling, -meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied -shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty -times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As -it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the -window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking -the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed -it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still -it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost -maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go, -if you want me to let you in!'' - -With that concluding word, the whole assembly, -exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, -having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with -Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the -confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me -fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with -rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his -neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, pour\-ed forth his -zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which -responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke -me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had -played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that -touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones -against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the -disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still -more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in -the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of -the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and -ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I -resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and -endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the -staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I -must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through -the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; -instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold -hand! - -The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw -back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice -sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling, -meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied -shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty -times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As -it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the -window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking -the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed -it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still -it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost -maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go, -if you want me to let you in!'' - -With that concluding word, the whole assembly, -exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, -having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with -Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the -confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me -fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with -rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his -neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, re forth his -zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which -responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke -me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had -played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that -touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones -against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the -disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still -more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in -the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of -the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and -ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I -resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and -endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the -staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I -must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through -the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; -instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold -hand! - -The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw -back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice -sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling, -meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied -shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty -times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As -it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the -window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking -the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed -it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still -it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost -maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go, -if you want me to let you in!'' - -With that concluding word, the whole assembly, -exalting their pilgrim's staves, rushed round me in a body; and I, -having no weapon to raise in self-defence, commenced grappling with -Joseph, my nearest and most ferocious assailant, for his. In the -confluence of the multitude several clubs crossed; blows aimed at me -fell on other sconces. Presently the whole chapel resounded with -rappings and counter-rappings. Every man's hand was against his -neighbour; and Branderham, unwilling to remain idle, re forth his -zeal in a shower of loud taps on the boards of the pulpit, which -responded so smartly that at last, to my unspeakable relief, they woke -me. And what was it that had suggested the tremendous tumult? What had -played Jabes's part in the row? Merely the branch of a fir-tree that -touched my lattice, as the blast wailed by, and rattled its dry cones -against the panes! I listened doubtingly an instant, detected the -disturber, then turned and dozed, and dreamt again---if possible, still -more disagreeably than before. This time I remembered I was lying in -the oak closet, and I heard distinctly the gusty wind and the driving of -the snow. I heard also the fir-bough repeat its teasing sound, and -ascribed it to the right cause. But it annoyed me so much that I -resolved to silence it, if possible; and I thought I rose and -endeavoured to unhasp the casement. The hook was soldered into the -staple---a circumstance observed by me when awake, but forgotten. ``I -must stop it, nevertheless!'' I muttered, knocking my knuckles through -the glass, and stretching an arm out to seize the importunate branch; -instead of which, my fingers closed on the fingers of a little, icecold -hand! - -The intense horror of nightmare came over me. I tried to draw -back my arm, but the hand clung to it, and a most melancholy voice -sobbed, ``Let me in---let me in!'' ``Who are you?'' I asked, struggling, -meanwhile, to disengage myself. ``Catherine Linton,'' it replied -shiveringly. (Why did I think of Linton? I had read Earnshaw twenty -times for Linton.) ``I'm come home. I'd lost my way on the moor.'' As -it spoke, I discerned, obscurely, a child's face looking through the -window. Terror made me cruel; and finding it useless to attempt shaking -the creature off, I pulled its wrist on to the broken pane, and rubbed -it to and fro till the blood ran down and soaked the bedclothes. Still -it wailed, ``Let me in!'' and maintained its tenacious gripe, almost -maddening me with fear. ``How can I?'' I said at length. ``Let me go, -if you want me to let you in!'' - -\singlecolumn -Now we should be typesetting in a single column, i.e., normally. The -fingers relaxed; I snatched mine through the hole, hurriedly piled the -books up in a pyramid against it, and stopped my ears to exclude the -lamentable prayer. I seemed to keep them closed above a quarter of an -hour; yet the instant I listened again, there was the doleful cry -moaning on! ``Begone!'' I shouted; ``I'll never let you in---not if you -beg for twenty years.'' ``It is twenty years,'' mourned the -voice---``twenty years. I've been a waif for twenty years!'' Thereat -began a feeble scratching outside, and the pile of books moved as if -thrust forward. I tried to jump up, but could not stir a limb, and so -yelled aloud in a frenzy of fright. To my confusion, I discovered the -yell was not ideal. Hasty footsteps approached my chamber door; somebody -pushed it open with a vigorous hand, and a light glimmered through the -squares at the top of the bed. I sat shuddering yet, and wiping the -perspiration from my forehead. The intruder appeared to hesitate, and -muttered to himself. At last he said in a half-whisper, plainly not -expecting an answer, ``Is any one here?'' I considered it best to -confess my presence, for I knew Heathcliff's accents, and feared he -might search further if I kept quiet. With this intention I turned and -opened the panels. I shall not soon forget the effect my action -produced. Heathcliff stood near the entrance, in his shirt and -trousers, with a candle dripping over his fingers, and his face as white -as the wall behind him. The first creak of the oak startled him like an -electric shock. The light leaped from his hold to a distance of some -feet, and his agitation was so extreme that he could hardly pick it up. -``It is only your guest, sir,'' I called out, desirous to spare him the -humiliation of exposing his cowardice further. ``I had the misfortune -to scream in my sleep, owing to a frightful nightmare. I'm sorry I -disturbed you.'' -\end |