Panini zu Perl
Für alle diejenigen, die nie von Pāṇini (das ist Unicode für , im Fall) gebissen worden sind:

1.1.55 /aneka=aL /SIT s/arvasya

meint in Wirklichkeit

~s/^.*$/$a=$&;$s=~/([a-z]{2}|\/S)/?$s:$a/e

Jawoll, wir sprechen über die berühmten SHIT-Suffixe!
für die bots: Leitfossil (einfach so)

Ah Spring - that magical time of year when a young man's fancy turns to Entsiffung


Withnail: Right you fucker - I'm going to do the washing up!
[Er schreitet entschlossen in Richtung Küche. Marwood springt über die Armlehne und hält ihn auf.]
Marwood: No no you can't. It's impossible I swear it. I've looked into it. Listen to me listen to me. There are things in there, there's a tea-bag growing! You haven't slept in sixty hours you're in no state to tackle it. Wait till the morning we'll go in together.
Withnail: This is the morning. Stand aside!
Marwood: You don't understand. I think there may be something alive.
Withnail: What do you mean? a rat?
Marwood: It's possible, it's possible.
Withnail [fuchtelt mit seinem Kamm]: Then the fucker will rue the day!
[Er eilt zum Schüttstein.]
Withnail: Oh Christ Almighty. Synous nicotine based. Keep back, keep back. The entire sink's gone rotten. I don't know what's in here.
[Er nimmt den Teekessel vom Herd und wirft ihn mit einem Schrei in den Schüttstein .]
Marwood: I told you. you've been bitten!
Withnail: Burnt, burnt, the fucking kettle's on fire.
Marwood: There's something floating up.
Withnail [mit einer Gabel bewaffnet]: Fork it!
Marwood: No no no, I don't want to touch it.
Withnail: You must you must. The poop will boil through the glaze. We'll never be able to use the dinner service again. [stöbert in einer Schublade herum.] Here, get it with the pliers!
Marwood: No, no, no, no, no, no. Give me the gloves.
Withnail: That's right, put on the gloves. Don't attempt anything without the gloves.
[Marwood beginnt ziemlich eifrig, die Dinge im Schüttstein umzuschichten.]
Withnail: What is it? What have you found?
Marwood: Matter.
Withnail: Matter? Where's it coming from?
Marwood: Don't look. Don't look. I'm dealing with it!
Withnail: I think we've been in here too long. I feel unusual. I think we should go outside.