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May 22, 2012, 4-gram markov chaining with charNG, 50% chance of inserting a newline after a word, 100% chance of inserting 7 ± 5 initial spaces. corpus: excerpt from Alan Moore’s From Hell.
Where comes this dullness in your eyes? How has your century numbed you so? Shall man be given marvels only when he is beyond all wonder?
Your days were born in blood and fires, whereof in you I may not see the meanest spark! Your past is pain and iron! Know yourselves!
With all your shimmering numbers and your lights, think not to be inured to history. Its black root succors you. It is INSIDE you. Are you asleep to it, that cannot feel its breath upon your neck, nor see what soaks its cuffs? See me! Wake up and look upon me! I am come amongst you. I am with you always!
You are the sum of all preceding you, yet seem indifferent to yourselves. A culture grown disinterested, even in its own abysmal wounds.
I just re-read From Hell. Classic book. JYNX, I think you’d dig it, it’s kinda pricey but its still in print so you can read it at bookstores or libraries. (the movie adaptation sucks.)