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2 | After the global command has selected the lines | |
3 | to which the second command is to be applied, it sets '.' (the | |
4 | current line) to each of these lines in turn as it executes | |
5 | the controlled command. Thus you can reference the line | |
6 | before or after the selected line. For example, | |
7 | g/xx/.-1s/ab/cd/ | |
8 | changes 'ab' to 'cd' on the line BEFORE each line with xx. | |
9 | And | |
10 | g/xx/$t.+1 | |
11 | inserts a copy of the last line in the file two lines | |
12 | after each line with 'xx' on it. | |
13 | In this directory, the file 'memo' has paragraphs indicated | |
14 | by lines beginning ".PP". Add two blanks to the beginning of | |
15 | the line after each ".PP", and then delete the ".PP" lines. | |
16 | This should take only two commands. Rewrite the file and then | |
17 | type "ready". | |
18 | #create Ref | |
19 | The Ascent of the Riffelberg | |
20 | by Mark Twain | |
21 | ||
22 | I sat silent some time, then turned to Harris and said: | |
23 | ``My mind is made up.'' | |
24 | Something in my tone struck him; and when he glanced | |
25 | at my eye and read what was written there, his face paled | |
26 | perceptibly. He hesitated a moment, then said: | |
27 | ``Speak.'' | |
28 | I answered, with perfect calmness: | |
29 | ``I WILL ASCEND THE RIFFELBERG.'' | |
30 | If I had shot my poor friend he could not have fallen from | |
31 | his chair more suddenly. If I had been his father he | |
32 | could not have pleaded harder to get me to give up my | |
33 | purpose. But I turned a deaf ear to all he said. When he | |
34 | perceived at last that nothing could alter my determination, | |
35 | he ceased to urge, and for a while the deep silence was broken only | |
36 | by his sobs. I sat in marble resolution, with my | |
37 | eyes fixed upon vacancy, for in spirit I was already | |
38 | wrestling with the perils of the mountains, and my friend sat | |
39 | gazing at me in adoring admiration through his tears. At | |
40 | last he threw himself upon me in a loving embrace and | |
41 | exclaimed in broken tones: | |
42 | ``Your Harris will never desert you. We will die together!'' | |
43 | I cheered the noble fellow with praises, and soon his fears | |
44 | were forgotten and he was eager for the adventure. He | |
45 | wanted to summon the guides at once and leave at two in | |
46 | the morning, as he supposed the custom was; but I explained that nobody | |
47 | was looking at that hour; and that the start in the dark | |
48 | was not usually made from the village but | |
49 | from the first night's resting-place on the mountainside. I | |
50 | said we would leave the village at 3 or 4 p.m. on the morrow; | |
51 | meantime he could notify the guides, and also let the public | |
52 | know of the attempt which we proposed to make. | |
53 | I went to bed, but not to sleep. No man can sleep when | |
54 | he is about to undertake one of these Alpine exploits. I | |
55 | tossed feverishly all night long, and was glad enough when | |
56 | I heard the clock strike half past eleven and knew it was | |
57 | time to get up for dinner. | |
58 | #create memo | |
59 | The Ascent of the Riffelberg | |
60 | by Mark Twain | |
61 | ||
62 | .PP | |
63 | I sat silent some time, then turned to Harris and said: | |
64 | ``My mind is made up.'' | |
65 | Something in my tone struck him; and when he glanced | |
66 | at my eye and read what was written there, his face paled | |
67 | perceptibly. He hesitated a moment, then said: | |
68 | ``Speak.'' | |
69 | .PP | |
70 | I answered, with perfect calmness: | |
71 | ``I WILL ASCEND THE RIFFELBERG.'' | |
72 | .PP | |
73 | If I had shot my poor friend he could not have fallen from | |
74 | his chair more suddenly. If I had been his father he | |
75 | could not have pleaded harder to get me to give up my | |
76 | purpose. But I turned a deaf ear to all he said. When he | |
77 | perceived at last that nothing could alter my determination, | |
78 | he ceased to urge, and for a while the deep silence was broken only | |
79 | by his sobs. I sat in marble resolution, with my | |
80 | eyes fixed upon vacancy, for in spirit I was already | |
81 | wrestling with the perils of the mountains, and my friend sat | |
82 | gazing at me in adoring admiration through his tears. At | |
83 | last he threw himself upon me in a loving embrace and | |
84 | exclaimed in broken tones: | |
85 | ``Your Harris will never desert you. We will die together!'' | |
86 | .PP | |
87 | I cheered the noble fellow with praises, and soon his fears | |
88 | were forgotten and he was eager for the adventure. He | |
89 | wanted to summon the guides at once and leave at two in | |
90 | the morning, as he supposed the custom was; but I explained that nobody | |
91 | was looking at that hour; and that the start in the dark | |
92 | was not usually made from the village but | |
93 | from the first night's resting-place on the mountainside. I | |
94 | said we would leave the village at 3 or 4 p.m. on the morrow; | |
95 | meantime he could notify the guides, and also let the public | |
96 | know of the attempt which we proposed to make. | |
97 | .PP | |
98 | I went to bed, but not to sleep. No man can sleep when | |
99 | he is about to undertake one of these Alpine exploits. I | |
100 | tossed feverishly all night long, and was glad enough when | |
101 | I heard the clock strike half past eleven and knew it was | |
102 | time to get up for dinner. | |
103 | #user | |
104 | #cmp memo Ref | |
105 | #log | |
106 | #next | |
107 | 72.1a 10 | |
108 | 72.2a 5 |