[Gambas-user] Text-Wrapping

[Bruce]

Taking as a little example, the first few paragraphs of James Joyce 
"Ulysses":
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   Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl 
of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow 
dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild 
morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

—Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about 
and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the 
awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent 
towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat 
and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his 
arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking 
gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light 
untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the 
bowl smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.
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Obviously, that has been wrapped by my mail client, so it is attached as 
a txt file.

I'll post the results under each authors suggestions.

(I told you this is not as easy as it appears.)
bruce

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  Stately, plump Buck Mulligan came from the stairhead, bearing a bowl of lather on which a mirror and a razor lay crossed. A yellow dressinggown, ungirdled, was sustained gently behind him on the mild morning air. He held the bowl aloft and intoned:

—Introibo ad altare Dei.

Halted, he peered down the dark winding stairs and called out coarsely:

—Come up, Kinch! Come up, you fearful jesuit!

Solemnly he came forward and mounted the round gunrest. He faced about and blessed gravely thrice the tower, the surrounding land and the awaking mountains. Then, catching sight of Stephen Dedalus, he bent towards him and made rapid crosses in the air, gurgling in his throat and shaking his head. Stephen Dedalus, displeased and sleepy, leaned his arms on the top of the staircase and looked coldly at the shaking gurgling face that blessed him, equine in its length, and at the light untonsured hair, grained and hued like pale oak.
Buck Mulligan peeped an instant under the mirror and then covered the bowl smartly.
—Back to barracks! he said sternly.