improved indentation and whitespace for markdown code blocks

All code blocks in markdown have been intended by at least 4 spaces.

We add `--tab-stop=8` to all `pandoc(1)` executions in order to set
a better tab stop indentation, especially for tab intended code blocks.

Changed `bin/pandoc-wrapper.sh` VERSION from "1.5.3 2024-03-26"
to "1.6 2024-03-31".

Fixed `1991/brnstnd/sorta.README.md` so that the sorta code
is code blocks.

Removed unneeded paragraph group in copyright in `inc/footer.default.html`.

Fixed excess whitespace after list Author on entry `index.html` page.

Changed `bin/output-index-author.sh` VERSION from "1.5.2 2024-03-26"
to "1.6 2024-03-31".

Performed `make www` to perform the above and test under macOS.

TODO: Fix the problem of the initial line of code being extra intended.
TODO: Fix excess whitespace around code that is inline.
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## To build:
```sh
make
make
```
## To use:
```sh
./prog text_file output_length context_length random_seed
./prog text_file output_length context_length random_seed
```
@@ -18,7 +18,7 @@ When running this, ask yourself why it gets progressively slower when the
context length decreases:
```sh
./try.sh
./try.sh
```
> Performance depends on the number of same hashes found.
@@ -42,11 +42,11 @@ of this string will have a 50% chance of occurrence.
Example:
```
echo "00000000000000000000 01 02 02 02 02 02 02" > test.txt
./prog test.txt 1000 2 123
# more twos in output
./rand test.txt 1000 2 123
# more ones in output
echo "00000000000000000000 01 02 02 02 02 02 02" > test.txt
./prog test.txt 1000 2 123
# more twos in output
./rand test.txt 1000 2 123
# more ones in output
```
> But this will happen very rarely on real data.
@@ -71,7 +71,7 @@ Now can you appreciate the award title a bit better?
### Building:
```sh
cc prog.c -o prog
cc prog.c -o prog
```
### Usage:
@@ -80,7 +80,7 @@ This program generates random text from the provided dictionary using a Markov
chain, outputting to `stdout`.
```sh
./prog input.txt 2000 10 12345
./prog input.txt 2000 10 12345
```
Parameters are:
@@ -111,37 +111,37 @@ You can try this with the inputs provided with
```sh
$ ./prog Shakespeare.txt 2001 10 12345
$ ./prog Shakespeare.txt 2001 10 12345
```
produces:
```
r sons, wives for them, as the hope I had it. This is the way they be not too ra
sh a trial of you only. Therefore will not out of door? Nurse: Marry, bachelor,
Have other some, he is in Rome: but where is Warwick frowns at his. PRINCE EDWAR
D: Where is the light: But I will watch thy waking, what work he makes Amongst y
ou? Come, sirs, We shall write to you, fortune and The hazard of much blood. I w
ould to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my convoy in the senten
ced; 'tis too horrible, so bloody on the banks If they were created, Would bring
them to our presence? FLORIZEL: And those his golden crown, What is six winters
? they are but Lewis and Warwick bids you come too late come from the king's fri
end, and will do't; for, look you, sir, For still thy true servitor: I will rend
an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast hazel eyes: what eye
but such an eye would spy out such a day to-morrow, or next day: He is within th
e limit of the like, forsworn to love, Send her a story of more woe Than this is
a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. MOPSA: Thou hast amazed me, My name is E
lbow: I do lean upon, Now thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonably: come, you must: and there, I then do't to them? VOLUMNIA: Now
the red pestilence hangs in our aim, which is yours. What is't your honour, as
in war, since then, You have said before: My child is dead; or 'twere not 'long
of him; but he, like you, lads; about your ears it is Menenius? Second Officer:
Come, come, young wanton and effeminate boy, Takes on the hungry beach Fillip th
e stars Shall bitterly begin his wooing that we have in hand are angry And frown
ing brow to brow, ourselves, Still your own affections are devised, As blanks, b
enevolences, and I thank thee for it. KING HENRY VI: Master lieutenant comes. Ma
ster lieutenant comes. Master lieutenant, pray you,-- CORIOLANUS: What's that to
him? CHRISTOPHER: At Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas with a virtu
r sons, wives for them, as the hope I had it. This is the way they be not too ra
sh a trial of you only. Therefore will not out of door? Nurse: Marry, bachelor,
Have other some, he is in Rome: but where is Warwick frowns at his. PRINCE EDWAR
D: Where is the light: But I will watch thy waking, what work he makes Amongst y
ou? Come, sirs, We shall write to you, fortune and The hazard of much blood. I w
ould to heaven, respective lenity, And fire-eyed fury be my convoy in the senten
ced; 'tis too horrible, so bloody on the banks If they were created, Would bring
them to our presence? FLORIZEL: And those his golden crown, What is six winters
? they are but Lewis and Warwick bids you come too late come from the king's fri
end, and will do't; for, look you, sir, For still thy true servitor: I will rend
an oak And peg thee in his knotty entrails till Thou hast hazel eyes: what eye
but such an eye would spy out such a day to-morrow, or next day: He is within th
e limit of the like, forsworn to love, Send her a story of more woe Than this is
a merry ballad, but a very pretty one. MOPSA: Thou hast amazed me, My name is E
lbow: I do lean upon, Now thou art: Thy tears are womanish; thy wild acts denote
The unreasonably: come, you must: and there, I then do't to them? VOLUMNIA: Now
the red pestilence hangs in our aim, which is yours. What is't your honour, as
in war, since then, You have said before: My child is dead; or 'twere not 'long
of him; but he, like you, lads; about your ears it is Menenius? Second Officer:
Come, come, young wanton and effeminate boy, Takes on the hungry beach Fillip th
e stars Shall bitterly begin his wooing that we have in hand are angry And frown
ing brow to brow, ourselves, Still your own affections are devised, As blanks, b
enevolences, and I thank thee for it. KING HENRY VI: Master lieutenant comes. Ma
ster lieutenant comes. Master lieutenant, pray you,-- CORIOLANUS: What's that to
him? CHRISTOPHER: At Pembroke, Sir James Blunt, And Rice ap Thomas with a virtu
```
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