S.P.Q.Rahtz@ecs.soton.ac.uk (Sebastian Rahtz) (02/08/91)
Song of the TeXers A cold setting we had of it, just the worst part of the book for a table, and such a long table: the boxes deep and the kerns sharp, a hard time we had of it. at the end we preferred to LaTeX all night, editing in snatches, with the hboxes overfilling in our ears, saying that this was all markup. but there was no dvi file, and so we continued and printed at evening, not a moment too soon finding the badness; it was (you may say) satisfactory. all this was a long time ago, I remember, and I would do it again, but tokenize this, tokenize this: were we led all that way for birth or death? there was a birth, certainly, we had evidence and no doubt. I had seen birth and death, but had thought they were different; this birth was hard and bitter agony for us, like death, our death. we returned to our WPs, these computers, but no longer at ease here, in the old dispensation, with an alien people clutching their software. I should be glad of another death.