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# Rabbit: A Compiler for Scheme/Abstract

RABBIT: A Compiler for SCHEME (A Dialect of LISP)
A Study in Compiler Optimization Based on Viewing LAMBDA as RENAME and PROCEDURE CALL as GOTO
using the techniques of Macro Definition of Control and Environment Structures, Source-to-Source Transformation, Procedure Integration, and Tail-Recursion
Guy Lewis Steele Jr. Massachusetts Institute of Technology May 1978
ABSTRACT
We have developed a compiler for the lexically-scoped dialect of LISP known as SCHEME. The compiler knows relatively little about specific data manipulation primitives such as arithmetic operators, but concentrates on general issues of environment and control. Rather than having specialized knowledge about a large variety of control and environment constructs, the compiler handles only a small basis set which reflects the semantics of lambda-calculus. All of the traditional imperative constructs, such as sequencing, assignment, looping, GOTO, as well as many standard LISP constructs such as AND, OR, and COND, are expressed as macros in terms of the applicative basis set. A small number of optimization techniques, coupled with the treatment of function calls as GOTO statements, serve to produce code as good as that produced by more traditional compilers. The macro approach enables speedy implementation of new constructs as desired without sacrificing efficiency in the generated code.
A fair amount of analysis is devoted to determining whether environments may be stack-allocated or must be heap-allocated. Heap-allocated environments are necessary in general because SCHEME (unlike Algol 60 and Algol 68, for example) allows procedures with free lexically scoped variables to be returned as the values of other procedures; the Algol stack-allocation environment strategy does not suffice. The methods used here indicate that a heap-allocating generalization of the "display" technique leads to an efficient implementation of such "upward funargs". Moreover, compile-time optimization and analysis can eliminate many "funargs" entirely, and so far fewer environment structures need be allocated at run time than might be expected.
A subset of SCHEME (rather than triples, for example) serves as the representation intermediate between the optimized SCHEME code and the final output code; code is expressed in this subset in the so-called continuation-passing style. As a subset of SCHEME, it enjoys the same theoretical properties; one could even apply the same optimizer used on the input code to the intermediate code. However, the subset is so chosen that all temporary quantities are made manifest as variables, and no control stack is needed to evaluate it. As a result, this apparently applicative representation admits an imperative interpretation which permits easy transcription to final imperative machine code. These qualities suggest that an applicative language like SCHEME is a better candidate for an UNCOL than the more imperative candidates proposed to date.
Thesis Supervisor: Gerald Jay Sussman Title: Associate Professor of Electrical Engineering
# Rabbit: A Compiler for Scheme/Author's Note

​Note
The first part of this report is a slightly revised version of a dissertation submitted in May 1977. Where it was of historical interest to reflect changes in the SCHEME language which ocurred in the following year and the effect they had on RABBIT, the text was left intact, with notes added of the form, "Since the dissertation was written, thus-and-so occurred." The second part, the Appendix, was not part of the dissertation, and is a complete listing of the source code for RABBIT, with extensive commentary.
It is intended that the first part should be self-contained, and provide a qualitative overview of the compilation methods used in RABBIT. The second part is provided for those readers who would like to examine the precise mechanisms used to carry out the general methods.
Thus there are five levels of thoroughness at which the reader may consume this document:
(1) The reader who wishes only to skim is advised to read sections 1, 5, 6, possibly 7, 8A, 8B, 8C, 10, 11, and 12. This will give a basic overview, including the use of macros and the optimizing techniques. (2) The reader who also wants to know about the details of SCHEME, the run-time system, and a long example is advised to read the entire main text (about a third of the document). (3) The reader who wants to understand the low-level organization of the algorithms, and read about the more tricky special cases, should read the main text and then the commentary on the code. (4) The reader who additionally wants to understand the nit-picking details should read the code along with the commentary. (5) The reader who wants a real feel for the techniques involved should read the entire document, invent three new SCHEME constructs and write macros for them, and then reimplement the compiler for another run-time environment. (He ought please also to send a copy of any documents on such a project to this author, who would be very interested!)
# Searchlights on Health/Vaginal Cleanliness

VAGINAL CLEANLINESS.
1. The above syringes are highly recommended by physicians as vaginal cleansers. They will be found a great relief in health or sickness, and in many cases cure barrenness or other diseases of the womb.
2. CLEANLINESS.—Cleanliness is next to godliness. Without cleanliness the human body is more or less defiled and repulsive. A hint to the wise is sufficient. The vagina should be cleansed with the same faithfulness as any other portion of the body.
3. TEMPERATURE OF THE WATER.—Those not accustomed to use vaginal injections would do well to use water milk-warm at the commencement; after this the temperature may be varied according to circumstances. In case of local inflammation use hot water. The indiscriminate use of cold water injections will be found rather injurious than beneficial, and a woman in feeble health will always find warm water invigorating and preferable.
4. LEUCORRHOEA.—In case of persistent leucorrhoea use the temperature of water from seventy-two to eighty-five degrees Fahrenheit.
5. THE CLEANSER will greatly stimulate the health and spirits of any woman who uses it. Pure water injections have a stimulating effect, and it seems to invigorate the entire body.
6. SALT AND WATER INJECTIONS.—This will cure mild cases of leucorrhoea. Add a teaspoonful of salt to a pint and a half of water at the proper temperature. Injections may be repeated daily if deemed necessary.
7. SOAP AND WATER.—Soap and water is a very simple domestic remedy, and will many times afford relief in many diseases of the womb. It seems it thoroughly cleanses the parts. A little borax or vinegar may be used the same as salt water injections. (See No. 6.)
8. HOLES IN THE TUBES.—Most of the holes in the tubes of syringes are too small. See that they are sufficiently large to produce thorough cleansing.
9. INJECTIONS DURING THE MONTHLY FLOW.—Of course it is not proper to arrest the flow, and the injections will stimulate a healthy action of the organs. The injections may be used daily throughout the monthly flow with much comfort and benefit. If the flow is scanty and painful the injections may be as warm as they can be comfortably borne. If the flowing is immoderate, then cool water may be used. A woman will soon learn her own condition and can act accordingly.
10. BLOOM AND GRACE OF YOUTH.—The regular bathing of the body will greatly improve woman's beauty. Remember that a perfect complexion depends upon the healthy action of all the organs. Vaginal injections are just as important as the bath. A beautiful woman must not only be cleanly, but robust and healthy. There can be no perfect beauty without good health.
# Searchlights on Health/Where Did the Baby Come From?

WHERE DID THE BABY COME FROM?
Where did you come from, baby dear?  Out of the everywhere into here.
 Where did you get the eyes so blue?  Out of the sky, as I came through.
 Where did you get that little tear?  I found it waiting when I got here.
 What makes your forehead so smooth and high?  A soft hand stroked it as I went by.
 What makes your cheek like a warm, white rose?  I saw something better than anyone knows.
 Whence that three-cornered smile of bliss?  Three angels gave me at once a kiss.
 Where did you get this pretty ear?  God spoke, and it came out to hear.
 Where did you get those arms and hands?  Love made itself into hooks and bands.
 Feet whence did you come, you darling things?  From the same box as the cherub's wings.
 How did they all come just to be you?  God thought of me, and so I grew.
 But how did you come to us, you dear?  God thought about you, and so I am here.
 —GEORGE MACDONALD.
# Searchlights on Health/Twilight Sleep

TWILIGHT SLEEP.
Some years ago two German Physicians, Kroenig and Grauss, of the University of Baden, startled the world by announcing: "Dammerschlaf" or "Twilight Sleep," a treatment which rendered childbirth almost painless and free from dangerous complications. A woman's clinic was established at Freiburg where a combination of scopolamine and morphine was given. The muscular activity of the pelvic organs was not lessened, the length of labor was shortened, and instruments were rarely necessary.
ABBOTT'S H-M-C is another sedative composed of hyoseine, morphine, and cactoid. It is less dangerous than the other remedy, and accomplishes the same result, hence is greatly preferred.
THE UTMOST CAUTION is necessary in the administration of either of these drugs, and the most competent medical supervision is essential to their success.
CAUTIONS.—The patient should not be left a moment without medical supervision. The lying in chamber should be darkened, and kept as quiet as possible.
# Searchlights on Health/Value of Reputation

VALUE OF REPUTATION.
1. WHO SHALL ESTIMATE THE COST.—Who shall estimate the cost of a priceless reputation—that impress which gives this human dross its currency—without which we stand despised, debased, depreciated? Who shall repair it injured? Who can redeem it lost? Oh, well and truly does the great philosopher of poetry esteem the world's wealth as "trash" in the comparison. Without it gold has no value; birth, no distinction; station, no dignity; beauty, no charm; age, no reverence; without it every treasure impoverishes, every grace deforms, every dignity degrades, and all the arts, the decorations and accomplishments of life stand, like the beacon-blaze upon a rock, warning the world that its approach is dangerous; that its contact is death.
2. THE WRETCH WITHOUT IT.—The wretch without it is under eternal quarantine; no friend to greet; no home to harbor him, the voyage of his life becomes a joyless peril, and in the midst of all ambition can achieve, or avarice amass, or rapacity plunder, he tosses on the surge, a buoyant pestilence. But let me not degrade into selfishness of individual safety or individual exposure this individual principle; it testifies a higher, a more ennobling origin.
3. ITS DIVINITY.—Oh, Divine, oh, delightful legacy of a spotless reputation: Rich is the inheritance it leaves; pious the example it testifies; pure, precious and imperishable, the hope which it inspires; can there be conceived a more atrocious injury than to filch from its possessor this inestimable benefit to rob society of its charm, and solitude of its solace; not only to out-law life, but attain death, converting the very grave, the refuge of the sufferer, into the gate of infamy and of shame.
4. LOST CHARACTER.—We can conceive few crimes beyond it. He who plunders my property takes from me that which can be repaired by time; but what period can repair a ruined reputation? He who maims my person effects that which medicine may remedy; but what herb has sovereignty over the wounds of slander? He who ridicules my poverty or reproaches my profession, upbraids me with that which industry may retrieve, and integrity may purify; but what riches shall redeem the bankrupt fame? What power shall blanch the sullied show of character? There can be no injury more deadly. There can be no crime more cruel. It is without remedy. It is without antidote. It is without evasion.
# Sketches by Mark Twain/Speech at the Scottish Banquet at London

SPEECH AT THE SCOTTISH BANQUET IN LONDON.
AT the anniversary festival of the Scottish Corporation of London on Monday evening, in response to the toast of "The Ladies," Mark Twain replied. The following is the speech as reported in the London Observer:
"'Woman! O woman!—er— Wom——'
(Laughter) However, you remember the lines; and you remember how feelingly, how daintily, how almost imperceptibly, the verses raise up before you, feature by feature, the ideal of a true and perfect woman; and how, as ​you contemplate the finished marvel, your homage grows into worship of the intellect that could create so fair a thing out of mere breath, mere words. And you call to mind now, as I speak, how the poet, with stern fidelity to the history of all humanity, delivers this beautiful child of his heart and his brain over to the trials and the sorrows that must come to all, sooner or later, that abide in the earth, and how the pathetic story culminates in that apostrophe—so wild, so regretful, so full of mournful retrospection. The lines run thus:—
"'Alas!—alas!—a—alas! ——Alas!————alas!'
—and so on. (Laughter.) I do not remember the rest; but, taken altogether, it seems to me that poem is the noblest tribute to woman that human genius has ever brought forth—(laughter)—and I feel that if I were to talk hours I could not do my great theme completer or more graceful justice than I have now done in simply quoting that poet's matchless words. (Renewed laughter.) The phases of the womanly nature are infinite in their variety. Take any type of woman, and you shall find in it something to respect, something to admire, something to love. And you shall find the whole joining you heart and hand. Who was more patriotic than Joan of Arc? Who was braver? Who has given us a grander instance of self sacrificing devotion? Ah! you remember, you remember well, what a throb of pain, what a great tidal wave of grief swept over us all when Joan of Arc fell at Waterloo (Much laughter.) Who does not sorrow for the loss of Sappho, the sweet singer of Israel? (Laughter.) Who among us does not miss the gentle ministrations, the softening influences, the humble piety, of Lucretia Borgia? (Laughter.) Who can join in the heartless libel that says woman is extravagant in dress when he can look back and call to mind our simple and lowly mother Eve arrayed in her modification of the Highland costume. (Roars of laughter.) Sir, women have been soldiers, women have been painters, women have been poets. As long as language lives the name of Cleopatra will live. And not because she conquered George III.—(laughter)—but because she wrote those divine lines—
"'Let dogs delight to bark and bite, For God hath made them so.'
# Sketches by Mark Twain/The Judge's “Spirited Woman”

THE JUDGE'S "SPIRITED WOMAN."
"I WAS sitting here," said the judge, "in this old pulpit, holding court, and we were trying a big, wicked-looking Spanish desperado for killing the husband of a bright, pretty Mexican woman. It was a lazy summer day, and an awfully long one, and the witnesses were tedious. None of us took any interest in the trial except that nervous, uneasy devil of a Mexican woman—because you know how they love and how they hate, and this one had loved her husband with all her might, and now she had boiled it all down into hate, and stood there spitting it at that Spaniard with her eyes; and I tell you she would stir me up, too, with a little of her summer lightning occasionally. Well, I had my coat off and my heels up, lolling and sweating, and smoking one of those cabbage cigars the San Francisco people used to think were good enough for us in those times; and the lawyers they all had their coats off, and were smoking and whittling, and the witnesses the same, and so was the prisoner. Well, the fact is, there warn't any interest in a murder trial then, because the fellow was always brought in "not guilty," the jury expecting him to do as much for them some time; and, although the evidence was straight ​and square against this Spaniard, we knew we could not convict him without seeming to be rather high handed and sort of reflecting on every gentleman in the community; for there warn't any carriages and liveries then, and so the only 'style' there was, was to keep your private graveyard. But that woman seemed to have her heart set on hanging that Spaniard; and you'd ought to have seen how she would glare on him a minute, and then look up at me in her pleading way, and then turn and for the next five minutes search the jury's faces, and by and by drop her face in her hands for just a little while as if she was most ready to give up; but out she'd come again directly, and be as live and anxious as ever. But when the jury announced the verdict—Not Guilty, and I told the prisoner he was acquitted and free to go, that woman rose up till she appeared to be as tall and grand as a seventy-four-gun-ship, and says she—
"'Judge, do I understand you to say that this man is not guilty, that murdered my husband without any cause before my own eyes and my little children's, and that all has been done to him that ever justice and the law can do?'
"'The same,' says I.
"And then what do you reckon she did? Why, she turned on that smirking Spanish fool like a wild cat, and out with a 'navy' and shot him dead in open court!"
"That was spirited, I am willing to admit."
"Wasn't it, though?" said the judge, admiringly. "I wouldn't have missed it for anything. I adjourned court ​right on the spot, and we put on our coats and went out and took up a collection for her and her cubs, and sent them over the mountains to their friends. Ah, she was a spirited wench!"
# Sketches by Mark Twain/Speech on Accident Insurance

SPEECH ON ACCIDENT INSURANCE.
DELIVERED IN HARTFORD, AT A DINNER TO CORNELIUS WALFORD, OF LONDON.
GENTLEMEN: I am glad indeed to assist in welcoming the distinguished guest of this occasion to a city whose fame as an insurance centre has extended to all lands, and given us the name of being a quadruple band of brothers working sweetly hand in hand,—the Colt's arms company making the destruction of our race easy and convenient, our life insurance citizens paying for the victims when they pass away, Mr. Batterson perpetuating their memory with his stately monuments, and our fire insurance comrades taking care of their hereafter. I am glad to assist in welcoming our guest—first, because he is an Englishman, and I owe a heavy debt of hospitality to certain of his fellow-countrymen; and secondly, because he is in sympathy with insurance and has been the means of making other men cast their sympathies in the same direction.
Certainly there is no nobler field for human effort than the insurance line of business—especially accident insurance. Ever since I have been director in an accident ​insurance company I have felt that I am a better man. Life has seemed more precious. Accidents have assumed a kindlier aspect. Distressing special providences have lost half their horror. I look upon a cripple, now, with affectionate interest—as an advertisement. I do not seem to care for poetry any more. I do not care for politics—even agriculture does not excite me. But to me, now, there is a charm about a railway collision that is unspeakable.
There is nothing more beneficent than accident insurance. I have seen an entire family lifted out of poverty and into affluence by the simple boon of a broken leg. I have had people come to me on crutches, with tears in their eyes, to bless this beneficent institution. In all my experience of life, I have seen nothing so seraphic as the look that comes into a freshly mutilated man's face when he feels in his vest pocket with his remaining hand and finds his accident ticket all right. And I have seen nothing so sad as the look that came into another splintered customer's face, when he found he couldn't collect on a wooden leg.
I will remark here, by way of advertisement, that the noble charity which we have named the Hartford Accident Insurance Company, is an institution which is peculiarly to be depended upon. A man is bound to prosper who gives it his custom. No man can take out a policy in it and not get crippled before the year is out. Now there was one indigent man who had been ​disappointed so often with other companies that he had grown disheartened, his appetite left him, he ceased to smile—said life was but a weariness. Three weeks ago I got him to insure with us, and now he is the brightest, happiest spirit in this land—has a good steady income and a stylish suit of new bandages every day, and travels around on a shutter.
I will say, in conclusion, that my share of the welcome to our guest is none the less hearty because I talk so much nonsense, and I know that I can say the same for the rest of the speakers.
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Pirates in England

First published in A School History of England (1911) as "The Pirates in England".
THE PIRATES IN ENGLAND
(Saxon Invasion) A.D. 400-600,
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Post that Fitted

THE POST THAT FITTED
Though tangled and twisted the course of true love This ditty explains, No tangle's so tangled it cannot improve If the Lover has brains.
# Rudyard Kipling's Verse, Inclusive Edition, 1885-1918/The Overland Mail

THE OVERLAND MAIL
(Foot-service to the Hills.)
IN THE name of the Empress of India, make way, O Lords of the Jungle, wherever you roam, The woods are astir at the close of the day— We exiles are waiting for letters from Home. Let the robber retreat—let the tiger turn tail— In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail!
With a jingle of bells as the dusk gathers in, He turns to the footpath that heads up the hill— The bags on his back and a cloth round his chin, And, tucked in his waist-belt, the Post Office bill;— "Despatched on this date, as received by the rail, "Per runner, two bags of the Overland Mail."
Is the torrent in spate? He must ford it or swim. Has the rain wrecked the road? He must climb by the cliff. Does the tempest cry halt? What are tempests to him? The service admits not a "but" or and "if." While the breath's in his mouth, he must bear without fail, In the Name of the Empress, the Overland Mail.
From aloe to rose-oak, from rose-oak to fir, From level to upland, from upland to crest, From rice-field to rock-ridge, from rock-ridge to spur, Fly the soft-sandalled feet, strains the brawny, brown chest. From rail to ravine—to the peak from the vale— Up, up through the night goes the Overland Mail.
​There's a speck on the hillside, a dot on the road— A jingle of bells on the foot-path below— There's a scuffle above in the monkey's abode— The world is awake and the clouds are aglow. For the great Sun himself must attend to the hail:— "In the name of the Empress, the Overland Mail!"