From a960d1abfe9cc63c408bfc5a062964670a04492e Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Liigo Zhuang Date: Mon, 19 May 2014 16:30:58 +0800 Subject: [PATCH] green: remove Lovecraft quotes, for its no practical value Closes #13871 --- src/libgreen/macros.rs | 48 ------------------------------------------ 1 file changed, 48 deletions(-) diff --git a/src/libgreen/macros.rs b/src/libgreen/macros.rs index 1921eef9f60d4..6c9f3d10a0113 100644 --- a/src/libgreen/macros.rs +++ b/src/libgreen/macros.rs @@ -58,54 +58,6 @@ pub fn dumb_println(args: &fmt::Arguments) { pub fn abort(msg: &str) -> ! { let msg = if !msg.is_empty() { msg } else { "aborted" }; - let hash = msg.chars().fold(0, |accum, val| accum + (val as uint) ); - let quote = match hash % 10 { - 0 => " -It was from the artists and poets that the pertinent answers came, and I -know that panic would have broken loose had they been able to compare notes. -As it was, lacking their original letters, I half suspected the compiler of -having asked leading questions, or of having edited the correspondence in -corroboration of what he had latently resolved to see.", - 1 => " -There are not many persons who know what wonders are opened to them in the -stories and visions of their youth; for when as children we listen and dream, -we think but half-formed thoughts, and when as men we try to remember, we are -dulled and prosaic with the poison of life. But some of us awake in the night -with strange phantasms of enchanted hills and gardens, of fountains that sing -in the sun, of golden cliffs overhanging murmuring seas, of plains that stretch -down to sleeping cities of bronze and stone, and of shadowy companies of heroes -that ride caparisoned white horses along the edges of thick forests; and then -we know that we have looked back through the ivory gates into that world of -wonder which was ours before we were wise and unhappy.", - 2 => " -Instead of the poems I had hoped for, there came only a shuddering blackness -and ineffable loneliness; and I saw at last a fearful truth which no one had -ever dared to breathe before — the unwhisperable secret of secrets — The fact -that this city of stone and stridor is not a sentient perpetuation of Old New -York as London is of Old London and Paris of Old Paris, but that it is in fact -quite dead, its sprawling body imperfectly embalmed and infested with queer -animate things which have nothing to do with it as it was in life.", - 3 => " -The ocean ate the last of the land and poured into the smoking gulf, thereby -giving up all it had ever conquered. From the new-flooded lands it flowed -again, uncovering death and decay; and from its ancient and immemorial bed it -trickled loathsomely, uncovering nighted secrets of the years when Time was -young and the gods unborn. Above the waves rose weedy remembered spires. The -moon laid pale lilies of light on dead London, and Paris stood up from its damp -grave to be sanctified with star-dust. Then rose spires and monoliths that were -weedy but not remembered; terrible spires and monoliths of lands that men never -knew were lands...", - 4 => " -There was a night when winds from unknown spaces whirled us irresistibly into -limitless vacuum beyond all thought and entity. Perceptions of the most -maddeningly untransmissible sort thronged upon us; perceptions of infinity -which at the time convulsed us with joy, yet which are now partly lost to my -memory and partly incapable of presentation to others.", - _ => "You've met with a terrible fate, haven't you?" - }; - rterrln!("{}", ""); - rterrln!("{}", quote); - rterrln!("{}", ""); rterrln!("fatal runtime error: {}", msg); abort();