#if 0
    // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

            int width = m_tag_font->string_width(str);

            int width    = m_tag_font->string_width(str);

            def.left = -width / 2 - buffer;
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            def.text = str;
            def.type = t;

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            def.text  = str;
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#if 0
    // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

    return m_cursor.x + m_cursor.y * mx;

    return (m_cursor.x + m_cursor.y * mx);

#if 0
        // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

#if 0
    // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

    {

    }

#if 0
    // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

    m_win_end = end;

    m_win_end   = end;

        unsigned char col_back = abuf[idx];

        unsigned char col_back  = abuf[idx];

                    int tile = m_entries[i].tiles[t].tile;

                    int tile      = m_entries[i].tiles[t].tile;

            // Split menu entries that don't fit into a single lines into two
            // lines.

            // Split menu entries that don't fit into a single lines into
            // two lines.

    // Probably needed, even though for me nothing went wrong when
    // I commented it out. (jpeg)

    // HACK: Increasing height by 1 to make sure all items actually fit
    //       on the page, though this introduces a few too many empty lines.

#if 0
    // Not needed? (jpeg)

#endif

    state.array_vertex = true;

    state.array_vertex   = true;

    state.blend = true;
    state.texture = true;

    state.blend          = true;
    state.texture        = true;

    state.blend = true;
    state.texture = false;

    state.blend        = true;
    state.texture      = false;

    state.array_vertex = true;

    state.array_vertex   = true;

    state.array_colour = true;
    state.blend = true;
    state.texture = true;

    state.array_colour   = true;
    state.blend          = true;
    state.texture        = true;

"But Sigmund turned him about, and he said: 'What aileth thee, son?
 Shall our life-days never be merry, and our labour never be done?'

 But Sinfiotli said: 'I have looked, and lo, there is death in the cup.'
 And the song, and the tinkling of harp-strings to the roof-tree winded up;
 And Sigmund was dreamy with wine and the wearing of many a year;
 And the noise and the glee of the people as the sound of the wild woods were
 And the blossoming boughs of the Branstock were the wild trees waving about;
 So he said: 'Well seen, my fosterling; let the lip then strain it out.'"
    -William Morris, _The Story of Sigurd the Volsung and the Fall of the Niblungs. 1891.

The bane of all young adventurers, Sigmund combines delusions of greatness with nasty tactics.