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rewrite tests for cargo compat, decoupled directory, output handling

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Nathan Ross 2015-11-16 00:25:01 -05:00
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Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by
her sister on the bank, and of having nothing to do: once or twice
she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
pictures or conversations in it, "and what is the use of a book,"
thought Alice "without pictures or conversation?"

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elit. Nunc interdum suscipit sem vel ornare. Proin euismod, justo
sed mollis dictum, eros urna ultricies augue, eu pharetra mi ex id
ante. Duis convallis porttitor aliquam. Nunc vitae tincidunt ex.
Suspendisse iaculis ligula ac diam consectetur lacinia. Donec vel
velit dui. Etiam fringilla, dolor quis tempor vehicula, lacus
turpis bibendum velit, et pellentesque elit odio a magna. Cras
vulputate tortor non libero vehicula euismod. Aliquam tincidunt
nisl eget enim cursus, viverra sagittis magna commodo. Cras rhoncus
egestas leo nec blandit. Suspendisse potenti. Etiam ullamcorper
leo vel lacus vestibulum, cursus semper eros efficitur. In hac
habitasse platea dictumst. Phasellus scelerisque vehicula
fringilla.

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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.