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Based on the same talk at UCLA, 2007-05.

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    Chapter 1: The Manor House   Charles hadn’t visited the manor house since Easter, 1955, and now he remembered why.   “Hullo”, he called out as he walked up the drive, and then, as if to himself, “To be or not to be?, to walk or not to walk...oh, hang it all!” His meditation on Hamlet was interrupted as he collided with a peacock. “Sacré bleu!” he exclaimed with irritation, his sang-froid completely deserting him. It was going to be a long week. His catalog of irritations included:   1. The weather   2. The peacocks   3. His meagre grasp of French

Basic Prose Tagging

Simple, intuitive elements: Chapter 1: The Manor House

Charles hadn’t visited the manor house since Easter, 1955, and now he remembered why.

“Hullo”, he called out as he walked up the drive, and then, as if to himself, “To be or not to be?, to walk or not to walk...oh, hang it all!” His meditation on Hamlet was interrupted as he collided with a peacock. “Sacré bleu!” he exclaimed with irritation, his sang-froid completely deserting him. It was going to be a long week. His catalog of irritations included: 1. The weather 2. The peacocks 3. His meagre grasp of French

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These are simple, intuitive elements, many of which have direct corollaries in HTML

div: basic structural chunking, can nest recursively inside itself head p list, item name with type date with value emph and hi

Entity references and numeric character references
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Chapter 1: The Manor House

Charles hadn't visited the manor house since Easter, 1955, and now he remembered why.

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<div type="chapter">  <head>Chapter 1: The Manor House</head>  <epigraph>  <quote><p>Never a dull moment</p></quote>  <bibl>  <title>The Falconer</title>,  <author>Edgar Swiddlebaum</author>  </bibl>  </epigraph>  <p><name type="person">Charles</name> hadn't visited the manor  house since <date when="1955-04-10">Easter, 1955</date>,  and now he remembered why.</p>  <p><said>Hullo</said>, he called out as he walked up the drive, and  then, as if to himself, <said><quote>To be or not to be?</quote>,  to walk or not to walk…oh, <emph>hang</emph> it all!</said> His  meditation on <title>Hamlet</title> was interrupted as he  collided with a peacock. <said xml:lang="fr">Sacré bleu!</said> he  exclaimed with irritation, his <foreign  xml:lang="fr">sang-froid</foreign> completely deserting him.  It was going to be a long week. His catalog of irritations included: <list> <item n="1">The weather</item> <item n="2">The peacocks</item> <item n="3">His meagre grasp of French</item> </list> </p> </div>

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The bigger picture
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But, as my friend Peter said with his inimitable je ne sais quoi, It never pays to think too hard. Or, as I would rather put it, Que sera, sera.

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School in winter was nearly insupportable...

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Poetry <lg type="sonnet"><head></head><lg type="quatrain"><l></l><l></l><l></l><l><persName></persName></l></lg><lg type="quatrain"><l></l><l><persName></persName></l><l></l><l><persName></persName></l></lg><lg type="sestet"><l></l><l></l><l><persName></persName></l><l><placeName></placeName></l><l></l><l><placeName></placeName></l></lg></lg>
Drama Scene 1 Enter Fay Fay

I say, Dinah, has anyone seen my gloves?

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No, miss, perhaps the parakeet has got them again?

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Letters August the 5th Cape Cod My dear Becky

How lovely the oysters are this evening!

Yours very truly Maria ]]>