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# Best abuse of lámatyávë
```
Ilya Kurdyukov
<https://github.com/ilyakurdyukov>
Twitter: @ilyakurdyukov
```
## To build:
The code for this entry can be found in prog.c
```sh
make
```
## Judges' comments:
### To use:
### To run:
make
./prog text_file output_length context_length random_seed
```sh
./prog text_file output_length context_length random_seed
```
### Try:
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 10 1
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 9 1
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 8 1
# ... Why does it get progressively slower when the context length decreases?
```sh
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 10 1
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 9 1
./prog Shakespeare.txt 2000 8 1
# ... Why does it get progressively slower when the context length decreases?
./prog Eugene_Onegin.txt 2000 10 1
# For those not knowing Russian, just to see how the UTF-8 characters are handled
./prog Eugene_Onegin.txt 2000 10 1
# For those not knowing Russian, just to see how the UTF-8 characters are handled
```
*Performance depends on the number of same hashes found.
Too many identical strings if the context length is small.
@@ -38,11 +45,13 @@ If some string only appears after half the input, the first instance
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.
-- Author*
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## Author's comments:
### Building
cc prog.c -o prog
```sh
cc prog.c -o prog
```
### Usage
This program generates random text from the provided dictionary using a Markov chain, outputs to `stdout`.
./prog input.txt 2000 10 12345
```sh
./prog input.txt 2000 10 12345
```
Parameters are:
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You can try this with the inputs provided with `2019/mills` from the IOCCC winners.
$ ./prog Shakespeare.txt 2001 10 12345
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
```sh
$ ./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
```
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