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sven@bwf-03:~$ cat get.txt
Four score and seven years ago our fathers brought forth on this
continent a new nation, conceived in Liberty, and dedicated to the
proposition that all men are created equal.

Now we are engaged in a great civil war, testing whether that nation,
or any nation, so conceived and so dedicated, can long endure. We are
met on a great battle-field of that war. We have come to dedicate a
portion of that field, as a final resting place for those who here
gave their lives that that nation might live. It is altogether fitting
and proper that we should do this.

But, in a larger sense, we can not dedicate—we can not consecrate—we
can not hallow—this ground. The brave men, living and dead, who
struggled here, have consecrated it, far above our poor power to add
or detract. The world will little note, nor long remember what we say
here, but it can never forget what they did here. It is for us the
living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they
who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us
to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us—that from
these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which
they gave the last full measure of devotion—that we here highly
resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain—that this nation,
under God, shall have a new birth of freedom—and that government of
the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the
earth.
sven@bwf-03:~$ cat local/bin/turn
#!/usr/bin/perl
use warnings;
use strict;
use encoding "UTF-8";

my %turn =
  (
   M => chr(0x019C),
   e => chr(0x01dd),
   a => chr(0x0250),
   h => chr(0x0265),
   m => chr(0x026f),
   r => chr(0x0279),
   t => chr(0x0287),
   v => chr(0x028c),
   w => chr(0x028d),
   y => chr(0x028e),
   k => chr(0x029e),
   i => chr(0x1d09),
   g => chr(0x1d77),
   '&' => chr(0x214B),
  );

while(<>){
    for my $c (keys %turn) {
        s/$c/$turn{$c}/g;
    }
    print;
}
sven@bwf-03:~$ turn get.txt
Fouɹ scoɹǝ ɐnd sǝʌǝn ʎǝɐɹs ɐᵷo ouɹ fɐʇɥǝɹs bɹouᵷɥʇ foɹʇɥ on ʇɥᴉs
conʇᴉnǝnʇ ɐ nǝʍ nɐʇᴉon, concǝᴉʌǝd ᴉn Lᴉbǝɹʇʎ, ɐnd dǝdᴉcɐʇǝd ʇo ʇɥǝ
pɹoposᴉʇᴉon ʇɥɐʇ ɐll ɯǝn ɐɹǝ cɹǝɐʇǝd ǝquɐl.

Noʍ ʍǝ ɐɹǝ ǝnᵷɐᵷǝd ᴉn ɐ ᵷɹǝɐʇ cᴉʌᴉl ʍɐɹ, ʇǝsʇᴉnᵷ ʍɥǝʇɥǝɹ ʇɥɐʇ nɐʇᴉon,
oɹ ɐnʎ nɐʇᴉon, so concǝᴉʌǝd ɐnd so dǝdᴉcɐʇǝd, cɐn lonᵷ ǝnduɹǝ. Wǝ ɐɹǝ
ɯǝʇ on ɐ ᵷɹǝɐʇ bɐʇʇlǝ-fᴉǝld of ʇɥɐʇ ʍɐɹ. Wǝ ɥɐʌǝ coɯǝ ʇo dǝdᴉcɐʇǝ ɐ
poɹʇᴉon of ʇɥɐʇ fᴉǝld, ɐs ɐ fᴉnɐl ɹǝsʇᴉnᵷ plɐcǝ foɹ ʇɥosǝ ʍɥo ɥǝɹǝ
ᵷɐʌǝ ʇɥǝᴉɹ lᴉʌǝs ʇɥɐʇ ʇɥɐʇ nɐʇᴉon ɯᴉᵷɥʇ lᴉʌǝ. Iʇ ᴉs ɐlʇoᵷǝʇɥǝɹ fᴉʇʇᴉnᵷ
ɐnd pɹopǝɹ ʇɥɐʇ ʍǝ sɥould do ʇɥᴉs.

Buʇ, ᴉn ɐ lɐɹᵷǝɹ sǝnsǝ, ʍǝ cɐn noʇ dǝdᴉcɐʇǝ—ʍǝ cɐn noʇ consǝcɹɐʇǝ—ʍǝ
cɐn noʇ ɥɐlloʍ—ʇɥᴉs ᵷɹound. Tɥǝ bɹɐʌǝ ɯǝn, lᴉʌᴉnᵷ ɐnd dǝɐd, ʍɥo
sʇɹuᵷᵷlǝd ɥǝɹǝ, ɥɐʌǝ consǝcɹɐʇǝd ᴉʇ, fɐɹ ɐboʌǝ ouɹ pooɹ poʍǝɹ ʇo ɐdd
oɹ dǝʇɹɐcʇ. Tɥǝ ʍoɹld ʍᴉll lᴉʇʇlǝ noʇǝ, noɹ lonᵷ ɹǝɯǝɯbǝɹ ʍɥɐʇ ʍǝ sɐʎ
ɥǝɹǝ, buʇ ᴉʇ cɐn nǝʌǝɹ foɹᵷǝʇ ʍɥɐʇ ʇɥǝʎ dᴉd ɥǝɹǝ. Iʇ ᴉs foɹ us ʇɥǝ
lᴉʌᴉnᵷ, ɹɐʇɥǝɹ, ʇo bǝ dǝdᴉcɐʇǝd ɥǝɹǝ ʇo ʇɥǝ unfᴉnᴉsɥǝd ʍoɹʞ ʍɥᴉcɥ ʇɥǝʎ
ʍɥo fouᵷɥʇ ɥǝɹǝ ɥɐʌǝ ʇɥus fɐɹ so noblʎ ɐdʌɐncǝd. Iʇ ᴉs ɹɐʇɥǝɹ foɹ us
ʇo bǝ ɥǝɹǝ dǝdᴉcɐʇǝd ʇo ʇɥǝ ᵷɹǝɐʇ ʇɐsʞ ɹǝɯɐᴉnᴉnᵷ bǝfoɹǝ us—ʇɥɐʇ fɹoɯ
ʇɥǝsǝ ɥonoɹǝd dǝɐd ʍǝ ʇɐʞǝ ᴉncɹǝɐsǝd dǝʌoʇᴉon ʇo ʇɥɐʇ cɐusǝ foɹ ʍɥᴉcɥ
ʇɥǝʎ ᵷɐʌǝ ʇɥǝ lɐsʇ full ɯǝɐsuɹǝ of dǝʌoʇᴉon—ʇɥɐʇ ʍǝ ɥǝɹǝ ɥᴉᵷɥlʎ
ɹǝsolʌǝ ʇɥɐʇ ʇɥǝsǝ dǝɐd sɥɐll noʇ ɥɐʌǝ dᴉǝd ᴉn ʌɐᴉn—ʇɥɐʇ ʇɥᴉs nɐʇᴉon,
undǝɹ God, sɥɐll ɥɐʌǝ ɐ nǝʍ bᴉɹʇɥ of fɹǝǝdoɯ—ɐnd ʇɥɐʇ ᵷoʌǝɹnɯǝnʇ of
ʇɥǝ pǝoplǝ, bʎ ʇɥǝ pǝoplǝ, foɹ ʇɥǝ pǝoplǝ, sɥɐll noʇ pǝɹᴉsɥ fɹoɯ ʇɥǝ
ǝɐɹʇɥ.
sven@bwf-03:~$

Have you even been sitting at work and start wondering how many nine digit prime numbers are there and who are the lucky people who have those Social Security numbers? No? Me neither.

If you were really anal about the correct spelling of words (but then again who isn’t, right? right?!?), you’d die in a fire because you’d never find the way out:

At least the sign’s on a bar that’s now closed. And for the joy of completion, at the bottom and the address should say County Dublin instead of just Dublin and the fax number is missing its 01 prefix.

See? Isn’t it better now?