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  To begin at the beginning:

  It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-
  black, the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- 
  rabbits' wood limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, 
  crowblack, fishingboat-bobbing sea. 

  The houses are blind as moles (though moles see fine to-night in the 
  snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain Cat there in the muffled 
  middle by the pump and the town clock, the shops in mourning, the 
  Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the people of the lulled and 
  dumbfound town are sleeping now.

  Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen 
  and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the 
  undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher, \
  policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls lie 
  bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux, 
  bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying wood. 

  The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the night and 
  the jollyrogered sea. And the anthracite statues of the horses sleep in  
  the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in the wet-nosed 
  yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly, streaking and 
  needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.

  You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.

  Only your eyes are unclosed to see the black and folded town fast, and slow, asleep.

  And you alone can hear the invisible starfall, the darkest-before- dawn 
  minutely dewgrazed stir of the black, dab-filled sea where the 
  Arethusa, the Curlew and the Skylark, Zanzibar, Rhiannon, the Rover, 
  the Cormorant, and the Star of Wales tilt and ride.

  Listen. It is night moving in the streets, the processional salt slow 
  musical wind in Coronation Street and Cockle Row, it is the grass 
  growing on Llareggub Hill, dewfall, starfall, the sleep of birds in 
  Milk Wood.

  Listen. It is night in the chill, squat chapel, hymning in bonnet and 
  brooch and bombazine black, butterfly choker and bootlace bow, coughing 
  like nannygoats, suckling mintoes, fortywinking hallelujah; night in 
  the four-ale, quiet as a domino; in Ocky Milkman's lofts like a mouse 
  with gloves; in Dai Bread's bakery flying like black flour. 

  It is to-night in Donkey Street, trotting silent, with seaweed on its 
  hooves, along the cockled cobbles, past curtained fernpot, text and 
  trinket, harmonium, holy dresser, watercolours done by hand, china dog 
  and rosy tin teacaddy. It is night neddying among the snuggeries of 
  babies.

  qsort [] = []

    qsort (x:xs) = qsort smaller ++ [x] ++ qsort larger

                  where
                  smaller = [a | a <- xs, a <= x]
                  larger = [b | b <- xs, b > x]

  qsort [3, 5, 1, 4, 2]
   = {applying qsort}
  qsort [1, 2] ++ [3] ++ [5, 4]
   = {applying qsort}
  (qsort [] ++ [1] ++ qsort [2]) ++ [3] ++ (qsort [4] ++ [5] ++ qsort[])
   = {applying qsort}
  ([] ++ [1] ++ [2]) ++ [3] ++ ([4] ++ [5] ++ [])
   = {applying ++}
  [1,2] ++ [3] ++ [4,5]
   = {applying ++}
  [1,2,3,4,5]

  qsort [] = []
  qsort (x:xs) = qsort smaller ++ [x] ++ qsort larger
                 where
                 smaller = [a | a <- xs, a <= x]
                 larger = [b | b <- xs, b > x]