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        <h1>Hacker's Manifesto</h1>
        <hr/>
        <p>Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
        "Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after
        Bank Tampering"...</p>

        <p>Damn kids. They're all alike.</p>

        <p>But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's
        technobrain ever take a look behind the eyes of the Hacker? Did you ever
        wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded
        him?</p>

        <p>I am a Hacker, enter my world....</p>

        <p>Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most
        of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...</p>

        <p>Damn underachiever. They're all alike.</p>

        <p>I made a discovery today. I found a comupter. Wait a second,
        this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake it's
        because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...</p>
        <p>Or feels threatened by me...</p>
        <p>Or thinks I'm a smart ass...</p>
        <p>Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...</p>

        <p>Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.</p>

        <p>And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing
        through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an
        electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencys
        is sought... a bored is found.</p>

        <p>"This is it... this is where I belong..."</p>
        <p>I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked</p>
        <p>to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...</p>

        <p>Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...</p>

        <p>You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby
        food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you
        did let slip were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by
        sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had somthing to
        teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in
        the desert.</p>

        <p>This is our world now... the world of the electron and the
        switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of the service already
        existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by
        profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you
        call us criminals. We seek after knowledge, and you call us criminals.
        We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religous
        bias... and you call us criminals.</p>
        <p>You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and
        lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the
        criminals.</p>

        <p>Yes, I am a crimial. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is
        that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look
        like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something you will never
        forgive me for.</p>

        <p>I am a Hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this
        individual, but you can't stop us all. After all... we're all alike.</p>
        <table>
            <tr>
                <th>Hello</th>
                <th>Hello</th>
                <th>Hello</th>
                <th>Hello</th>
            </tr>
            <tr>
                <td>asdfa</td>
                <td>dfasdfasdfasdfa</td>
                <td>fadsf</td>
                <td>asdfad fasd fasdf asd fasd</td>
            </tr>
        </table>
        <a href="#">This is only a Link </a>
        <ul>
            <li>Hello</li>
            <li>Hello</li>
            <li>Hello</li>
            <li>Hello</li>
        </ul>
        <pre>func Encode(obj map[string][]string) string {
    var msg string
    msg += encodeHeader(0)
    for k, values := range obj {
        msg += encodeNamedList(k, values)
    }
    return msg
}</pre>

<h2>兰亭集序</h2>
<p>永和九年，岁在癸丑。暮春之初，会於会稽山阴之兰亭，修禊事也。群贤毕至，少长咸集。此地有崇山峻岭，茂林修竹。又有清流激湍，映带左右，引以为流觞曲水。列坐其次，虽无丝竹管弦之盛，一觞一咏，亦足以畅叙幽情。是日也，天朗气清，惠风和畅。仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛，所以游目骋怀，足以极视听之娱，信可乐也！</p>

<p>夫人之相与，俯仰一世。或取诸怀抱，晤言一室之内；或因寄所托，放浪形骸之外。虽取舍万殊，静躁不同，当其欣於所遇，暂得於己，快然自足，曾不知老之将至。及其所之既倦，情随事迁，感慨系之矣。向之所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈迹，犹不能不以之兴怀，况修短随化，终期於尽？古人云：“死生亦大矣”，岂不痛哉！</p>

<p>每览昔人兴感之由，若合一契，未尝不临文嗟悼，不能喻之於怀。固知一死生为虚诞，齐彭殇为妄作。后之视今，亦犹今之视昔，悲夫！故列叙时人，录其所述。虽世殊事异，所以兴怀，其致一也。后之览者，亦将有感於斯文。</p>
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	<div class=box>
	<h1>Hacker's Manifesto</h1>
	<hr/>
	<p>Another one got caught today, it's all over the papers.
	"Teenager Arrested in Computer Crime Scandal", "Hacker Arrested after
	Bank Tampering"...</p>

	<p>Damn kids. They're all alike.</p>

	<p>But did you, in your three-piece psychology and 1950's
	technobrain ever take a look behind the eyes of the Hacker? Did you ever
	wonder what made him tick, what forces shaped him, what may have molded
	him?</p>

	<p>I am a Hacker, enter my world....</p>

	<p>Mine is a world that begins with school... I'm smarter than most
	of the other kids, this crap they teach us bores me...</p>

	<p>Damn underachiever. They're all alike.</p>

	<p>I made a discovery today. I found a comupter. Wait a second,
	this is cool. It does what I want it to. If it makes a mistake it's
	because I screwed it up. Not because it doesn't like me...</p>
	<p>Or feels threatened by me...</p>
	<p>Or thinks I'm a smart ass...</p>
	<p>Or doesn't like teaching and shouldn't be here...</p>

	<p>Damn kid. All he does is play games. They're all alike.</p>

	<p>And then it happened... a door opened to a world... rushing
	through the phone line like heroin through an addict's veins, an
	electronic pulse is sent out, a refuge from the day-to-day incompetencys
	is sought... a bored is found.</p>

	<p>"This is it... this is where I belong..."</p>
	<p>I know everyone here... even if I've never met them, never talked</p>
	<p>to them, may never hear from them again... I know you all...</p>

	<p>Damn kid. Tying up the phone line again. They're all alike...</p>

	<p>You bet your ass we're all alike... we've been spoon-fed baby
	food at school when we hungered for steak... the bits of meat that you
	did let slip were pre-chewed and tasteless. We've been dominated by
	sadists, or ignored by the apathetic. The few that had somthing to
	teach found us willing pupils, but those few are like drops of water in
	the desert.</p>

	<p>This is our world now... the world of the electron and the
	switch, the beauty of the baud. We make use of the service already
	existing without paying for what could be dirt-cheap if it wasn't run by
	profiteering gluttons, and you call us criminals. We explore... and you
	call us criminals. We seek after knowledge, and you call us criminals.
	We exist without skin color, without nationality, without religous
	bias... and you call us criminals.</p>
	<p>You build atomic bombs, you wage wars, you murder, cheat, and
	lie to us and try to make us believe it's for our own good, yet we're the
	criminals.</p>

	<p>Yes, I am a crimial. My crime is that of curiosity. My crime is
	that of judging people by what they say and think, not what they look
	like. My crime is that of outsmarting you, something you will never
	forgive me for.</p>

	<p>I am a Hacker, and this is my manifesto. You may stop this
	individual, but you can't stop us all. After all... we're all alike.</p>
	<table>
	<tr>
	<th>Hello</th>
	<th>Hello</th>
	<th>Hello</th>
	<th>Hello</th>
	</tr>
	<tr>
	<td>asdfa</td>
	<td>dfasdfasdfasdfa</td>
	<td>fadsf</td>
	<td>asdfad fasd fasdf asd fasd</td>
	</tr>
	</table>
	<a href="#">This is only a Link </a>
	<ul>
	<li>Hello</li>
	<li>Hello</li>
	<li>Hello</li>
	<li>Hello</li>
	</ul>
	<pre>func Encode(obj map[string][]string) string {
	var msg string
	msg += encodeHeader(0)
	for k, values := range obj {
	msg += encodeNamedList(k, values)
	}
	return msg
	}</pre>

	<h2>兰亭集序</h2>
	<p>永和九年，岁在癸丑。暮春之初，会於会稽山阴之兰亭，修禊事也。群贤毕至，少长咸集。此地有崇山峻岭，茂林修竹。又有清流激湍，映带左右，引以为流觞曲水。列坐其次，虽无丝竹管弦之盛，一觞一咏，亦足以畅叙幽情。是日也，天朗气清，惠风和畅。仰观宇宙之大，俯察品类之盛，所以游目骋怀，足以极视听之娱，信可乐也！</p>

	<p>夫人之相与，俯仰一世。或取诸怀抱，晤言一室之内；或因寄所托，放浪形骸之外。虽取舍万殊，静躁不同，当其欣於所遇，暂得於己，快然自足，曾不知老之将至。及其所之既倦，情随事迁，感慨系之矣。向之所欣，俯仰之间，已为陈迹，犹不能不以之兴怀，况修短随化，终期於尽？古人云：“死生亦大矣”，岂不痛哉！</p>

	<p>每览昔人兴感之由，若合一契，未尝不临文嗟悼，不能喻之於怀。固知一死生为虚诞，齐彭殇为妄作。后之视今，亦犹今之视昔，悲夫！故列叙时人，录其所述。虽世殊事异，所以兴怀，其致一也。后之览者，亦将有感於斯文。</p>
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