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Without, the night was cold and wet, but in the small parlor of Lakesnam Villa the blinds were drawn and the fire burned

brightly. Father and son were at chess, the former, who possessed ideas about the game involving radical changes, putting his

king into suchm sharp and unnecessary perils that it even provoked comment from the whitehaired old lady knitting placidly by

the fire.

"Hark at the wind," said Mr. White, who, having seen a fatal mistake after it was too late, was amiably desirous of

preventing his son from seeing it.

"I'm listening," said the latter, grimly surveying the board as he stretched out his hand. "Check."

"I should hardly think that he'd come tonight," said his father, with his hand poised over the board.

"Mate," replied the son.

"That's the worst of living so far out," bawled Mr. White, with sudden and unlooked-for violence; "of all the beastly,

slushy, out-of-the-way places to live in, this is the worst. Pathway's a bog, and the road's a torrent. I don't know what

people are thinking about. I suppose because only two houses on the road are let, they think it doesn't matter."

"Never mind, dear," said his wife soothingly; "perhaps you'll win the next one."

Mr. White looked up sharply, just in time to intercept a knowing glance between mother and son. The words died away on his

lips, and he hid a guilty grin in his thin grey beard.

"There he is," said Herbert White, as the gate banged to loudly and heavy footsteps came toward the door.

The old man rose with hospitable haste, and opening the door, was heard condoling with the new arrival. The new arrival also

condoled with himself, so that Mrs. White said, "Tut, tut!" and coughed gently as her husband entered the room, followed by a

tall, burly man, beady of eye and rubicund of visage.

"Sergeant Major Morris," he said, introducing him.

The sergeant major shook hands, and taking the proffered seat by the fire, watched contentedly while his host got out whisky

and tumblers and stood a small copper kettle on the fire.

At the third glass his eyes got brighter, and he began to talk, the little family circle regarding with eager interest this

visitor from distant parts, as he squared his broad shoulders in the chair and spoke of strange scenes and doughty deeds, of

wars and plagues and strange peoples.

"Twenty-one years of it," said Mr. White, nodding at his wife and son. "When he went away he was a slip of a youth in the

warehouse. Now look at him."

"He don't look to have taken much harm," said Mrs. White politely. "I'd like to go to India myself," said the old man, "just

to look round a bit, you know."

"Better where you are," said the sergeant major, shaking his head. He put down the empty glass, and sighing softly, shook it


"I should like to see those old temples and fakirs and jugglers," said the old man. "What was that you started telling me the

other day about a monkey's paw or something, Morris?"

"Nothing," said the soldier hastily. "Leastways, nothing worth hearing."

"Monkey's paw?" said Mrs. White curiously.

"Well, it's just a bit of what you might call magic, perhaps," said the sergeant major offhandedly.

His three listeners leaned forward eagerly. The visitor absentmindedly put his empty glass to his lips and then set it down

again. His host filled it for him.

"To look at," said the sergeant major, fumbling in his pocket, "it's just an ordinary little paw, dried to a mummy."

He took something out of his pocket and proffered it. Mrs. White drew back with a grimace, but her son, taking it, examined

it curiously.

"And what is there special about it?" inquired Mr. White, as he took it from his son, and having examined it, placed it upon

the table.

"It had a spell put on it by an old fakir," said the sergeant major, "a very holy man. He wanted to show that fate ruled

people's lives, and that those who interfered with it did so to their sorrow. He put a spell on it so that three separate men

could each have three wishes from it."

His manner was so impressive that his hearers were conscious that their light laughter jarred somewhat.

"Well, why don't you have three, sir?" said Herbert White cleverly.

The soldier regarded him in the way that middle age is wont to regard presumptuous youth. "I have," he said quietly, and his

blotchy face whitened.

"And did you really have the three wishes granted?" asked Mrs. White.

"I did," said the sergeant major, and his glass tapped against his strong teeth.

"And has anybody else wished?" inquired the old lady.

"The first man had his three wishes, yes," was the reply. "I don't know what the first two were, but the third was for death.

That's how I got the paw."

His tones were so grave that a hush fell upon the group.

"If you've had your three wishes, it's no good to you now, then, Morris," said the old man at last. "What do you keep it


The soldier shook his head. "Fancy, I suppose," he said slowly. "I did have some idea of selling it, but I don't think I

will. It has caused enough mischief already. Besides, people won't buy. They think it's a fairy tale, some of them, and those

who do think anything of it want to try it first and pay me afterward."

"If you could have another three wishes," said the old man, eyeing him keenly, "would you have them?"

"I don't know," said the other. "I don't know."

He took the paw, and dangling it between his front finger and thumb, suddenly threw it upon the fire. White, with a slight

cry, stooped down and snatched it off.

"Better let it burn," said the soldier solemnly.

"If you don't want it, Morris," said the old man, "give it to me."

"I won't," said his friend doggedly. "I threw it on the fire. If you keep it, don't blame me for what happens. Pitch it on

the fire again, like a sensible man."

The other shook his head and examined his new possession closely. "How do you do it?" he inquired.

"Hold it up in your right hand and wish aloud," said the sergeant major, "but I warn you of the consequences."

"Sounds like the Arabian Nights," said Mrs. White, as she rose and began to set the supper. "Don't you think you might wish

for four pairs of hands for me?"

Her husband drew the talisman from his pocket and then all three burst into laughter as the sergeant major, with a look of

alarm on his face, caught him by the arm.

"If you must wish," he said gruffly, "wish for something sensible."

Mr. White dropped it back into his pocket, and placing chairs, motioned his friend to the table. In the business of supper

the talisman was partly forgotten, and afterward the three sat listening in an enthralled fashion to a second installment of

the soldier's adventures in India.

"If the tale about the monkey's paw is not more truthful than those he has been telling us," said Herbert, as the door closed

behind their guest, just in time for him to catch the last train, "we shan't make much out of it."

"Did you give him anything for it, Father?" inquired Mrs. White, regarding her husband closely.

"A trifle," said he, coloring slightly. "He didn't want it, but I made him take it. And he pressed me again to throw it


"Likely," said Herbert, with pretended horror. "Why, we're going to be rich, and famous, and happy. Wish to be an emperor,

Father, to begin with; then you can't be henpecked."

He darted around the table, pursued by the maligned Mrs. White armed with an antimacassar.

Mr. White took the paw from his pocket and eyed it dubiously. "I don't know what to wish for, and that's a fact," he said

slowly. "It seems to me I've got all I want."

"If you only cleared the house, you'd be quite happy, wouldn't you?" said Herbert, with his hand on his shoulder. "Well, wish

for two hundred pounds, then; that'll just do it."

His father, smiling shamefacedly at his own credulity, held up the talisman, as his son, with a solemn face somewhat marred

by a wink at his mother, sat down at the piano and struck a few impressive chords.

"I wish for two hundred pounds," said the old man distinctly.

A fine crash from the piano greeted the words, interrupted by a shuddering cry from the old man. His wife and son ran toward


"It moved," he cried, with a glance of disgust at the object as it lay on the floor. "As I wished, it twisted in my hand like

a snake."

"Well, I don't see the money," said his son, as he picked it up and placed it on the table, "and I bet I never shall."

"It must have been your fancy, Father," said his wife, regarding him anxiously.

He shook his head. "Never mind, though; there's no harm done, but it gave me a shock all the same."

They sat down by the fire again while the two men finished their pipes. Outside, the wind was higher than ever, and the old

man started nervously at the sound of a door banging upstairs. A silence unusual and depressing settled upon all three, which

lasted until the old couple rose to retire for the night.

"I expect you'll find the cash tied up in a big bag in the middle of your bed," said Herbert, as he bade them good night,

"and something horrible squatting up on top of the wardrobe watching you as you pocket your ill-gotten gains."

In the brightness of the wintry sun next morning as it streamed over the breakfast table, Herbert laughed at his fears. There

was an air of prosaic wholesomeness about the room which it had lacked on the previous night, and the dirty, shriveled little

paw was pitched on the sideboard with a carelessness which betokened no great belief in its virtues.

"I suppose all old soldiers are the same," said Mrs. White. "The idea of our listening to such nonsense! How could wishes be

granted in these days? And if they could, how could two hundred pounds hurt you, Father?"

"Might drop on his head from the sky," said the frivolous Herbert.

"Morris said the things happened so naturally," said his father, "that you might, if you so wished, attribute it to


"Well, don't break into the money before I come back," said Herbert, as he rose from the table. "I'm afraid it'll turn you

into a mean, avaricious man, and we shall have to disown you."

His mother laughed, and following him to the door, watched him down the road, and returning to the breakfast table, was very

happy at the expense of her husband's credulity. All of which did not prevent her from scurrying to the door at the postman's

knock, nor prevent her from referring somewhat shortly to retired sergeant majors of bibulous habits, when she found that the

post brought a tailor's bill.

"Herbert will have some more of his funny remarks, I expect, when he comes home," she said, as they sat at dinner.

"I daresay," said Mr. White, pouring himself out some beer; "but for all that, the thing moved in my hand; that I'll swear


"You thought it did," said the old lady soothingly.

"I say it did," replied the other. "There was no thought about it; I had just— What's the matter?"

His wife made no reply. She was watching the mysterious movements of a man outside, who, peering in an undecided fashion at

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that the stranger was well dressed and wore a silk hat of glossy newness. Three times he paused at the gate, and then walked

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was at first strangely silent.

"I—was asked to call," he said at last, and stooped and picked a piece of cotton from his trousers. "I come from Maw and


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"Oh, thank God!" said the old woman, clasping her hands. "Thank God for that! Thank—"

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"Caught in the machinery," repeated Mr. White, in a dazed fashion, "yes."

He sat staring blankly out at the window, and taking his wife's hand between his own, pressed it as he had been wont to do in

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"He was the only one left to us," he said, turning gently to the visitor. "It is hard."

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Mr. White dropped his wife's hand, and rising to his feet, gazed with a look of horror at his visitor. His dry lips shaped

the words, "How much?"

"Two hundred pounds," was the answer.

Unconscious of his wife's shriek, the old man smiled faintly, put out his hands like a sightless man, and dropped, a

senseless heap, to the floor.

In the huge new cemetery, some two miles distant, the old people buried their dead, and came back to a house steeped in

shadow and silence. It was all over so quickly that at first they could hardly realize it, and remained in a state of

expectation, as though of something else to happen—something else which was to lighten this load, too heavy for old hearts

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"It is colder for my son," said the old woman, and wept afresh.

The sound of her sobs died away on his ears. The bed was -warm, and his eyes heavy with sleep. He dozed fitfully, and then

slept until a sudden cry from his wife awoke him with a start.

"The monkey's paw!" she cried wildly. "The monkey's paw!"

He started up in alarm. "Where? Where is it? What's the matter?" She came stumbling across the room toward him. "I want it,"

she said quietly. "You've not destroyed it?"

"It's in the parlor, on the bracket," he replied, marveling. "Why?"

She cried and laughed together, and bending over, kissed his cheek.

"I only just thought of it," she said hysterically. "Why didn't I think of it before? Why didn't you think of it?"

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"Go and get it and wish," cried the old woman, and dragged him toward the door.

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"It is foolish and wicked," he faltered.

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The talisman fell to the floor, and he regarded it shudderingly. Then he sank trembling into a chair as the old woman, with

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"A rat," said the old man, in shaking tones, "a rat. It passed me on the stairs."

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mqjxmqjx 06 Jul 2008 03:37
in discussion General Discussion / General » hihi


hihi by mqjxmqjx, 06 Jul 2008 03:37


以下便是關於如何用C語言做到檔案的上鎖(file locking)與解鎖之一些方法,
由於用到一些特殊函數,因此只能在UNIX或UNIX-like 如Linux 等作業系統中使用,
Compiler 部份則建議使用gcc 。

/*** Method 1 ******/
#include t
#include t
#include t

int fcntl(fd, cmd, arg)
int fd,cmd,arg;

/*** Method 2 ******/
#include t
#define LOCK_SH 1 /* shared lock */
#define LOCK_EX 2 /* excluded lock */
#define LOCK_NB 3 /* don't block when locking */
#define LOCK_UN 4 /* unlock */

int flock(fd,operation)
int fd,operation;

/*** Method 3 ******/
#include t
int lockf(fd,cmd,size)
int fd,cmd;
long size;

若要說起最正式之用法,或者說是功能最強大之用法,那麼就非Method 1莫屬;
但對於僅僅只要從事lock file 而言,Method 3卻是最簡單之方法,因此在此也就以
Method 3 為例,介紹其基本用法!

首先再看一次其function prototype:
int lockf(fd,cmd,size)
int fd,cmd;
long size;
其中之fd為檔案之handle number ,cmd 為所要使用lockf 之何種功能,size則

眼尖的看倌或許已經發現,在此所使用之file handle number為int 型態,並非
我們平常慣用之FILE型態;事實上對於檔案之開啟,除了我們常使用之FILE *fopen
外,尚可使用int open此函數,而FILE這個資料型態事實上也並非是一種 primary
data type ,而是在stdio.h 中所定義之一種struct而已,由此不難想見,在一些較
低階,較乏人使用之function中,自然使用int 之file handle number者會較多囉!
但問題是對於習慣使用fopen 的使用者而言,一旦改用open之後,固然開檔問題解決
了,但其它常用之函數如fscanf, fgets 等等卻都將因為所傳之file handle 型態不
同而無法使用;所幸的是,在 stdio.h 中也提供了另一個 function : int fileno
(FILE *fd) ,藉由此函數,使用者便不須改用 open做為檔案開啟之工具,而仍然可
以繼續使用fopen 開啟檔案,同時可繼續使用 fscanf fgets 等等函數,只要在使用
lockf 前,將file handle 用fileno 轉成int 型態代入即可!

其次是cmd 這個參數要代進什麼樣的數值呢?其實在unistd.h中也有以下之定義
#define F_ULOCK 0 /* Unlock a previously locked section */
#define F_LOCK 1 /* lock a section for exclusive use */
#define F_TLOCK 2 /* test and lock a section(non-blocking) */
#define F_TEST 3 /* test section for other process' locks */
其中F_TEST並無lock之功能,其主要目的只是在測試檔案是否正被其它 process
鎖住而已,當已被鎖住時lockf 傳回-1,否則傳回0 ;而F_LOCK和F_TLOCK 之功能皆
為將檔案鎖住,不同之處在於倘若此檔案原先已被其它process 鎖上時,F_LOCK 會
block 住,並等候此檔案直至被解除鎖定為止,至於F_TLOCK 則並不會將自己 block
住,而會馬上傳回-1,至於F_TLOCK 等不等於下列程式呢?
while (lockf(fd,F_TEST,0L)==-1) {}
結果當然是不等於囉!因為這就必需考慮到critical section等問題了!當然,
已預測之因素,倘若某process 沒有把檔案unlock,則使用F_LOCK便將因等不到檔案

那麼lockf 的最後一個參數size又要如何使用呢?其實size的值指的就是從檔案
整個檔案做lock或unlock的話,則並不需要特別去量測size大小,只要直接輸入0 即
可,lockf 便會知道所要影響之範圍為整個檔案了!

以上便是利用lockf 這個函數之方法,下面則是一個小例子,不妨實際測試一下

file name: run1.c
data file: file
Program 1: Change number in a file without locking file
Compile: gcc -o run1 run1.c
Usage: run1 1 file &p run1 2 file &p
#include t
void main(int argc, char *argv[]){
FILE *in;
int i=10,temp;
if (argc-3) {
printf("t\nUsage %s id file\n"t,argv[0]);
while (i){
in = fopen(argv[2],"tr+"t);
printf("t\n\tid = %s\tnum = %d"t,argv[1],temp);

file name: run2.c
data file: file
Program 1: Change number in a file with file locking
Compile: gcc -o run2 run2.c
Usage: run2 1 file &p run2 2 file &p
#include t
#include t
void main(int argc, char *argv[]){
FILE *in;
int i=10,temp;
if (argc-3) {
printf("t\nUsage %s id file\n"t,argv[0]);
while (i){
in = fopen(argv[2],"tr+"t);
printf("t\n\tid = %s\tnum = %d"t,argv[1],temp);

lockf() 使用方法 by superartsuperart, 12 Jun 2008 06:59

使用lockf 命令

man lockf: lockf — execute a command while holding a file lock

例:如果要执行 /home/lg/ ,

/usr/bin/lockf -t 0 /tmp/run.lock /home/lg/

1、/usr/bin/lockf -t 0 /tmp/run.lock /home/lg/ 开始运行时首先检查 /tmp/ 下是否有run.lock 文件,是,不执行/home/lg/,退出,否,生成/tmp/run.lock 文件,执行/home/lg/

2、当/home/lg/ 执行完成后,lockf 删除/tmp/run.lock



Blizzard的游戏一向不支持“无限强大的宏”,比如WOW中必须要有的1sec cool down,比如作者所说的一些限制。请不要认为这些限制是Blizzard的短视、bug、技术限制,事实上玩家应该有体会,宏的功能和游戏节奏、平衡性都有关系,并非越强大越好。详细的不说了,反正也没人仔细看……


Reply to A Post by superartsuperart, 11 Jun 2008 10:09

1: 87 - 90
2: 24 - 30
5: 6 - 7
10: 2 - 3

10000: 76
1000: 100 - nearly crush

usleep() test on my computer by superartsuperart, 11 Jun 2008 10:05


superartsuperart 06 Jun 2008 03:16
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笑话 by superartsuperart, 06 Jun 2008 03:16
  1. GUI是用来“用”的,“学习”还是多google吧。对普通用户来说那些信息似乎意义不大。
  2. So far,yum确实不如apt。这是我用ubuntu的两大原因之一。(另一个是RT Kernel的易用性,Planet ccrma不是很好用。)
  3. 同上……多少和包管理机制有关系。
  4. 不清楚,用gnome。不过fedora的gnome也一样稳定啊,作者这么说不确定是xfce的问题,还是fedora的问题。
  5. 分开说:
    • QQ:eva可以,pidgin也可以,但确实有可能某些帐号无法使用。这个不要怪linux了,tecent的问题,这个公司RP不敢恭维,反正我用MSN——Microsoft的RP都比他好得多。
    • Game:Linux通用问题。Quake3,xmame,rrotage,小游戏(不预装某些游戏不算发行版的缺点吧?)。不过fedora好像有game的spin,您可以看看。话说game还是玩wii吧。
    • scim现在很OK。
  6. 下载是您自己设定有问题,和source也有关系。sourceforge直接下载100K说明单线程没问题,多线程可以用lftp,bt我用 azureus,经常100K。amule确实没搞定。还是那句话,这些问题和发行版关系真的不大……您大可说是linux的通用问题。wine这东西最好少用。
  7. 比得上vista?unrar现在没问题了。
  8. 算是os通用问题了(mac不知道),windows、linux对重装支持都不好。不过linux至少可以备份/home……据说windows 7会改善,拭目以待。
  9. 硬件支持f8有很好的改善。
  10. 参见2,yum目前确实不如apt。



2,yum 升级到rawhide以后会产生很多问题。比如我是fc7, yum升级某个库到fc8,接下来有的软件rpm时候需要fc7的某个库。否则就装不上。或者只能用nodeps 或者froce覆盖哪个fc8版。 而且yum没法回退。很麻烦。很容易造成库混乱,相比之下ubuntu的apt似乎好一些。

3,有的包需要的库要装了之后才知道。比如fvwm需要libstroke,但是他给我装上了,启动时候死掉。看。xsession-error时才看到。 realplay需要以前的c++库才能正确运行。可是安装时并没有提示。只有运行时才报错。redhat自己的包都有这种问题。何况第三方的。

4,xfce太不稳定。经常死掉,而且是按ctrl-alt f* 都没法退出的问题。看来只能玩玩。 不装kde时候kde上的软件不能用。而ubuntu的gnome下面可以不做任何设置直接运行kde的东西。

5,直接装上的QQ不能用,也没人更新。只好用eva,缺省安装时连mc等基本工具都没有。游戏太烂,都没什么游戏性。缺省时bsd-game也不装,Xchess还经常把我的X弄崩溃。scim和 firefox有冲突。经常切换几个页面后就无法打字了。还是fcitx好用

6,amule要自己设置和firefox连接。麻烦, bt下载都很慢,还要手动开端口,最后只好用utorrent。wine问题多多。软件放个lnk在桌面上它也不管是不是真的能用。(下载速度实在慢!)


8,夸版本升级会留下很多问题。我用yum从fc5到fc7,结果三维桌面什么的就没有了。release不能直接升级到rawhide, rawhide升级到release也很麻烦。

9,对有的U盘支持不好,我的朗科u盘fat32怎么都不认,后来我在fedora下用fat32再格式化一遍才能认出来。现在改了很多设备的名字, 有时还要demsg找一番才能找到新的设备名。(我的ipod也出现不能卸载的问题,要强行插拨)

10,图形化的软件安装界面很糟糕,出了错就跳出一个unknow error让你猜。软件升级system-config-packages启动很慢,出现dependence error时也是只告诉出错了。缺少某个lib,让你自己找。(本人对此深以为然,因为我除了以前遇到安装Realplayer时出现类似问题,在安装星际译王也出现类似缺少某个库的情况!)



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