// no-reformat /*! * A demonstration module * * Contains documentation in various forms that rustdoc understands, * for testing purposes. It doesn't surve any functional * purpose. This here, for instance, is just some filler text. * * FIXME (#1654): It would be nice if we could run some automated * tests on this file */ /// The base price of a muffin on a non-holiday const price_of_a_muffin: float = 70f; type WaitPerson = { hair_color: ~str }; /// The type of things that produce omnomnom enum OmNomNomy { /// Delicious sugar cookies Cookie, /// It's pizza PizzaPie(~[uint]) } fn take_my_order_please( _waitperson: WaitPerson, _order: ~[OmNomNomy] ) -> uint { /*! * OMG would you take my order already? * * # Arguments * * * _waitperson - The waitperson that you want to bother * * _order - The order vector. It should be filled with food * * # Return * * The price of the order, including tax * * Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed nec * molestie nisl. Duis massa risus, pharetra a scelerisque a, * molestie eu velit. Donec mattis ligula at ante imperdiet ut * dapibus mauris malesuada. * * Sed gravida nisi a metus elementum sit amet hendrerit dolor * bibendum. Aenean sit amet neque massa, sed tempus tortor. Sed ut * lobortis enim. Proin a mauris quis nunc fermentum ultrices eget a * erat. Mauris in lectus vitae metus sodales auctor. Morbi nunc * quam, ultricies at venenatis non, pellentesque ac dui. * * # Failure * * This function is full of fail */ fail; } mod fortress_of_solitude { /*! * Superman's vacation home * * The fortress of solitude is located in the Arctic and it is * cold. What you may not know about the fortress of solitude * though is that it contains two separate bowling alleys. One of * them features bumper-bowling and is kind of lame. * * Really, it's pretty cool. */ } mod blade_runner { /*! * Blade Runner is probably the best movie ever * * I like that in the world of Blade Runner it is always * raining, and that it's always night time. And Aliens * was also a really good movie. * * Alien 3 was crap though. */ } /** * Bored * * Lorem ipsum dolor sit amet, consectetur adipiscing elit. Sed nec * molestie nisl. Duis massa risus, pharetra a scelerisque a, * molestie eu velit. Donec mattis ligula at ante imperdiet ut * dapibus mauris malesuada. Sed gravida nisi a metus elementum sit * amet hendrerit dolor bibendum. Aenean sit amet neque massa, sed * tempus tortor. Sed ut lobortis enim. Proin a mauris quis nunc * fermentum ultrices eget a erat. Mauris in lectus vitae metus * sodales auctor. Morbi nunc quam, ultricies at venenatis non, * pellentesque ac dui. * * Quisque vitae est id eros placerat laoreet sit amet eu * nisi. Curabitur suscipit neque porttitor est euismod * lacinia. Curabitur non quam vitae ipsum adipiscing * condimentum. Mauris ut ante eget metus sollicitudin * blandit. Aliquam erat volutpat. Morbi sed nisl mauris. Nulla * facilisi. Phasellus at mollis ipsum. Maecenas sed convallis * sapien. Nullam in ligula turpis. Pellentesque a neque augue. Sed * eget ante feugiat tortor congue auctor ac quis ante. Proin * condimentum lacinia tincidunt. */ struct Bored { bored: bool, drop { log(error, self.bored); } } /** * The Shunned House * * From even the greatest of horrors irony is seldom absent. Sometimes it * enters directly into the composition of the events, while sometimes it * relates only to their fortuitous position among persons and * places. The latter sort is splendidly exemplified by a case in the * ancient city of Providence, where in the late forties Edgar Allan Poe * used to sojourn often during his unsuccessful wooing of the gifted * poetess, Mrs. Whitman. Poe generally stopped at the Mansion House in * Benefit Street--the renamed Golden Ball Inn whose roof has sheltered * Washington, Jefferson, and Lafayette--and his favorite walk led * northward along the same street to Mrs. Whitman's home and the * neighboring hillside churchyard of St. John's, whose hidden expanse of * Eighteenth Century gravestones had for him a peculiar fascination. */ trait TheShunnedHouse { /** * Now the irony is this. In this walk, so many times repeated, the * world's greatest master of the terrible and the bizarre was * obliged to pass a particular house on the eastern side of the * street; a dingy, antiquated structure perched on the abruptly * rising side hill, with a great unkempt yard dating from a time * when the region was partly open country. It does not appear that * he ever wrote or spoke of it, nor is there any evidence that he * even noticed it. And yet that house, to the two persons in * possession of certain information, equals or outranks in horror * the wildest fantasy of the genius who so often passed it * unknowingly, and stands starkly leering as a symbol of all that is * unutterably hideous. * * # Arguments * * * unkempt_yard - A yard dating from a time when the region was partly * open country */ fn dingy_house(unkempt_yard: int); /** * The house was--and for that matter still is--of a kind to attract * the attention of the curious. Originally a farm or semi-farm * building, it followed the average New England colonial lines of * the middle Eighteenth Century--the prosperous peaked-roof sort, * with two stories and dormerless attic, and with the Georgian * doorway and interior panelling dictated by the progress of taste * at that time. It faced south, with one gable end buried to the * lower windows in the eastward rising hill, and the other exposed * to the foundations toward the street. Its construction, over a * century and a half ago, had followed the grading and straightening * of the road in that especial vicinity; for Benefit Street--at * first called Back Street--was laid out as a lane winding amongst * the graveyards of the first settlers, and straightened only when * the removal of the bodies to the North Burial Ground made it * decently possible to cut through the old family plots. */ fn construct() -> bool; } /// Whatever impl OmNomNomy: TheShunnedHouse { fn dingy_house(_unkempt_yard: int) { } fn construct() -> bool { fail; } }