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Wed, 31 Dec 2014 06:55:50 +0100

author: Michael Schloh von Bennewitz <michael@schloh.com>
date: Wed, 31 Dec 2014 06:55:50 +0100
changeset 2: 7e26c7da4463
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 <!DOCTYPE html>
 <html>
 <head>
 <style>
 #text
 {
   position: absolute;
   left: 1em;
   bottom: 1em;
 }
 .div1
 {
   transform:  rotate(30deg);
   background-color: green;
   opacity: .5;
   position:absolute;
   top: 10px;
   left: 10px;
   width: 600px;
   height: 600px;
 }
 .div2
 {
   transform:  rotate(60deg);
   background-color: blue;
   opacity: .5;
   position:absolute;
   top: 10px;
   left: 600px;
   width: 600px;
   height: 600px;
 }
 .div3
 {
   transform:  rotate(90deg);
   background-image: url("fx.png");
   opacity: .5;
   position:absolute;
   top: 100px;
   left: 300px;
   width: 640px;
   height: 435px;
 }
 </style>
 </head>
 <script type="text/javascript">
 var rot = 30;
 var scale = 1;
 var scaleFactor = .01
 function render()
 {
   rot +=2;
   scale += scaleFactor;
   if (scale > 1.5)
     scaleFactor = -.01;
   if (scale < .1)
     scaleFactor = .01;
   document.getElementById("div1").style.transform = "rotate(" + rot + "deg)";
   document.getElementById("div2").style.transform = "rotate(" + (rot + 30) + "deg)";
   document.getElementById("div3").style.transform = "rotate(" + (rot + 60) + "deg) " + "scale(" + scale + ")";
 }
 var frames = 0;
 function go() {
   var now = new Date();
   var evt = document.createEvent("CustomEvent");
   evt.initCustomEvent("teststarted", true, false, {});
   window.dispatchEvent(evt);
   function step(timestamp) {
     render();
     frames++;
     var time = new Date();
     var diff = time.getTime() - now.getTime();
     if (diff < 5000) {
       window.mozRequestAnimationFrame(step);
     } else {
       var evt = document.createEvent("CustomEvent");
       evt.initCustomEvent("testfinished", true, false, { frames: frames });
       window.dispatchEvent(evt);
     }
   }
   window.mozRequestAnimationFrame(step);
 }
 </script>
 <body onload="setTimeout(go, 2000);">
 <div id="div1" class="div1"></div>
 <div id="div2" class="div2"></div>
 <div id="div3" class="div3"></div>
 <div id="content" style="width:100%;">
   Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister
 on the bank, and of having nothing to do:  once or twice she had
 peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no
 pictures or conversations in it, `and what is the use of a book,'
 thought Alice `without pictures or conversation?'
   So she was considering in her own mind (as well as she could,
 for the hot day made her feel very sleepy and stupid), whether
 the pleasure of making a daisy-chain would be worth the trouble
 of getting up and picking the daisies, when suddenly a White
 Rabbit with pink eyes ran close by her.
   There was nothing so VERY remarkable in that; nor did Alice
 think it so VERY much out of the way to hear the Rabbit say to
 itself, `Oh dear!  Oh dear!  I shall be late!'  (when she thought
 it over afterwards, it occurred to her that she ought to have
 wondered at this, but at the time it all seemed quite natural);
 but when the Rabbit actually TOOK A WATCH OUT OF ITS WAISTCOAT-
 POCKET, and looked at it, and then hurried on, Alice started to
 her feet, for it flashed across her mind that she had never
 before seen a rabbit with either a waistcoat-pocket, or a watch to
 take out of it, and burning with curiosity, she ran across the
 field after it, and fortunately was just in time to see it pop
 down a large rabbit-hole under the hedge.
   In another moment down went Alice after it, never once
 considering how in the world she was to get out again.
   The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way,
 and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a
 moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself
 falling down a very deep well.
   Either the well was very deep, or she fell very slowly, for she
 had plenty of time as she went down to look about her and to
 wonder what was going to happen next.  First, she tried to look
 down and make out what she was coming to, but it was too dark to
 see anything; then she looked at the sides of the well, and
 noticed that they were filled with cupboards and book-shelves;
 here and there she saw maps and pictures hung upon pegs.  She
 took down a jar from one of the shelves as she passed; it was
 labelled `ORANGE MARMALADE', but to her great disappointment it
 was empty:  she did not like to drop the jar for fear of killing
 somebody, so managed to put it into one of the cupboards as she
 fell past it.
   `Well!' thought Alice to herself, `after such a fall as this, I
 shall think nothing of tumbling down stairs!  How brave they'll
 all think me at home!  Why, I wouldn't say anything about it,
 even if I fell off the top of the house!' (Which was very likely
 true.)
   Down, down, down.  Would the fall NEVER come to an end!  `I
 wonder how many miles I've fallen by this time?' she said aloud.
 `I must be getting somewhere near the centre of the earth.  Let
 me see:  that would be four thousand miles down, I think--' (for,
 you see, Alice had learnt several things of this sort in her
 lessons in the schoolroom, and though this was not a VERY good
 opportunity for showing off her knowledge, as there was no one to
 listen to her, still it was good practice to say it over) `--yes,
 that's about the right distance--but then I wonder what Latitude
 or Longitude I've got to?'  (Alice had no idea what Latitude was,
 or Longitude either, but thought they were nice grand words to
 say.)
   Presently she began again.  `I wonder if I shall fall right
 THROUGH the earth!  How funny it'll seem to come out among the
 people that walk with their heads downward!  The Antipathies, I
 think--' (she was rather glad there WAS no one listening, this
 time, as it didn't sound at all the right word) `--but I shall
 have to ask them what the name of the country is, you know.
 Please, Ma'am, is this New Zealand or Australia?' (and she tried
 to curtsey as she spoke--fancy CURTSEYING as you're falling
 through the air!  Do you think you could manage it?)  `And what
 an ignorant little girl she'll think me for asking!  No, it'll
 never do to ask:  perhaps I shall see it written up somewhere.'
   Down, down, down.  There was nothing else to do, so Alice soon
 began talking again.  `Dinah'll miss me very much to-night, I
 should think!'  (Dinah was the cat.)  `I hope they'll remember
 her saucer of milk at tea-time.  Dinah my dear!  I wish you were
 down here with me!  There are no mice in the air, I'm afraid, but
 you might catch a bat, and that's very like a mouse, you know.
 But do cats eat bats, I wonder?'  And here Alice began to get
 rather sleepy, and went on saying to herself, in a dreamy sort of
 way, `Do cats eat bats?  Do cats eat bats?' and sometimes, `Do
 bats eat cats?' for, you see, as she couldn't answer either
 question, it didn't much matter which way she put it.  She felt
 that she was dozing off, and had just begun to dream that she
 was walking hand in hand with Dinah, and saying to her very
 earnestly, `Now, Dinah, tell me the truth:  did you ever eat a
 bat?' when suddenly, thump! thump! down she came upon a heap of
 sticks and dry leaves, and the fall was over.
   Alice was not a bit hurt, and she jumped up on to her feet in a
 moment:  she looked up, but it was all dark overhead; before her
 was another long passage, and the White Rabbit was still in
 sight, hurrying down it.  There was not a moment to be lost:
 away went Alice like the wind, and was just in time to hear it
 say, as it turned a corner, `Oh my ears and whiskers, how late
 it's getting!'  She was close behind it when she turned the
 corner, but the Rabbit was no longer to be seen:  she found
 herself in a long, low hall, which was lit up by a row of lamps
 hanging from the roof.
   There were doors all round the hall, but they were all locked;
 and when Alice had been all the way down one side and up the
 other, trying every door, she walked sadly down the middle,
 wondering how she was ever to get out again.
   Suddenly she came upon a little three-legged table, all made of
 solid glass; there was nothing on it except a tiny golden key,
 and Alice's first thought was that it might belong to one of the
 doors of the hall; but, alas! either the locks were too large, or
 the key was too small, but at any rate it would not open any of
 them.  However, on the second time round, she came upon a low
 curtain she had not noticed before, and behind it was a little
 door about fifteen inches high:  she tried the little golden key
 in the lock, and to her great delight it fitted!
   Alice opened the door and found that it led into a small
 passage, not much larger than a rat-hole:  she knelt down and
 looked along the passage into the loveliest garden you ever saw.
 How she longed to get out of that dark hall, and wander about
 among those beds of bright flowers and those cool fountains, but
 she could not even get her head though the doorway; `and even if
 my head would go through,' thought poor Alice, `it would be of
 very little use without my shoulders.  Oh, how I wish
 I could shut up like a telescope!  I think I could, if I only
 know how to begin.'  For, you see, so many out-of-the-way things
 had happened lately, that Alice had begun to think that very few
 things indeed were really impossible.
   There seemed to be no use in waiting by the little door, so she
 went back to the table, half hoping she might find another key on
 it, or at any rate a book of rules for shutting people up like
 telescopes:  this time she found a little bottle on it, (`which
 certainly was not here before,' said Alice,) and round the neck
 of the bottle was a paper label, with the words `DRINK ME'
 beautifully printed on it in large letters.
   It was all very well to say `Drink me,' but the wise little
 Alice was not going to do THAT in a hurry.  `No, I'll look
 first,' she said, `and see whether it's marked "poison" or not';
 for she had read several nice little histories about children who
 had got burnt, and eaten up by wild beasts and other unpleasant
 things, all because they WOULD not remember the simple rules
 their friends had taught them:  such as, that a red-hot poker
 will burn you if you hold it too long; and that if you cut your
 finger VERY deeply with a knife, it usually bleeds; and she had
 never forgotten that, if you drink much from a bottle marked
 `poison,' it is almost certain to disagree with you, sooner or
 later.
   However, this bottle was NOT marked `poison,' so Alice ventured
 to taste it, and finding it very nice, (it had, in fact, a sort
 of mixed flavour of cherry-tart, custard, pine-apple, roast
 turkey, toffee, and hot buttered toast,) she very soon finished
 it off.
      *       *       *       *       *       *       *
          *       *       *       *       *       *
      *       *       *       *       *       *       *
   `What a curious feeling!' said Alice; `I must be shutting up
 like a telescope.'
   And so it was indeed:  she was now only ten inches high, and
 her face brightened up at the thought that she was now the right
 size for going through the little door into that lovely garden.
 First, however, she waited for a few minutes to see if she was
 going to shrink any further:  she felt a little nervous about
 this; `for it might end, you know,' said Alice to herself, `in my
 going out altogether, like a candle.  I wonder what I should be
 like then?'  And she tried to fancy what the flame of a candle is
 like after the candle is blown out, for she could not remember
 ever having seen such a thing.
 </div>
 </body></html>

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