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Section: 1 (Commandes utilisateur)


g.mkfontcap - Generates the font configuration file by scanning various directories for fonts




g.mkfontcap help
g.mkfontcap [-os] [extradirs=string] [--verbose] [--quiet]



Overwrite font configuration file if already existing

Write font configuration file to standard output instead of $GISBASE/etc

Verbose module output

Quiet module output



Comma-separated list of extra directories to scan for Freetype-compatible fonts as well as the defaults (see documentation)


g.mkfontcap is a utilty to generate a GRASS font configuration file ("fontcap") containing details of the fonts available on the current system. If Freetype is not installed, the font list will be limited to the set of Hershey stroke fonts supplied with GRASS. With Freetype enabled however, the module will recursively scan all files within a predefined hierarchy to find Freetype-compatible scalable fonts. The list of directories scanned is currently:







These correspond to directories where fonts can be found on some common operating systems. Extra directories to search can easily by added using the extradirs parameter, which accepts a comma-separated list. An extra directory may optionally contain an environment variable at the start of the string, if enclosed in ${xxx} syntax (see examples above).

The module will normally write to the standard fontcap file location, $GISBASE/etc/fontcap. If the environment variable GRASS_FONT_CAP is set, the output will instead be written to the file specified by that variable. This is useful if you don't have permission to modify $GISBASE/etc/fontcap: in this case you can use e.g.
# use local file version instead of system copy

to create a personal copy and then to make GRASS use that file instead of the system copy.

The output list of fonts is sorted first by type (Stroke fonts first, followed by Freetype) and within each type by the short name of the font.




Paul Kelly

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"Breadth. Circle. Desert. Monarch. Month. Wisdom. (for which there are
No rhymes)" was just the title, and I only read that far.

That was because I felt like some old agent-of-the-Czar
When a plotter swims within the scope of his exertions,
And I was scared this hothead would start hedging his assertions
Before I had him dead-to-rights. (A Chekan's or a SMERSHian's
Lot, you know, is not a happy one.) He might retract.

A liar is a liar is a liar. That's his act.
But six distinct demonstrable defiances-of-fact
Before he hits line one? That's taking aim at the World's Record.
I wanted this quark-colored tangerine-flake double-deckered
Omnibus of absurdities to make it to the checkered
Flag. He started fast, but could he forge on? Was he s e r i o u s?

He had the Grand Prix style all right. Intense. Composed. Imperious.
And lies to burn. Poor lies, in no wise deep or deleterious.
He drove them home like thumb (or rather tooth nail fist and chin) tacks.
He planted Cosmic Glints to make you whimper for a glint-axe.
"Unconstellated words rain down...inexorable syntax"
Etcetera Etcetera.

It's not that I'd set up,
Like Carrie Nation beating back the drunkard from his cup,
To scourge the world of liars. I'd as soon be Offissa Pup.
I'd sooner hassle fetishists and call myself a bra-narc.

If I were Lord of All (or even constitutional monarch)
I'd send a Deluge down, with one-way tickets on the Non-ark
For lying priests and pedagogues. They make a feller's fez hurt.
But whom does Keats's whopper about corpulent Cortez hurt?
Or any poet's whopper? If he wants to say the Desert
Is made of pea-green camambert, hell, welcome to the circle.

We listen to a Bard the way a certain kind of jerk'll
Listen to the leaves or listen to a percolator perkle.
As long as he can grind em out, a dozen-or-so a month,
We'll praise him to the nth degree, and to the n-plus-1th.
He could have called the thing "Fifth. Sixth. Eighth. Ninth. Twelfth.
Baker's dozenth"
For all we care. We'll cheer him to the w-x-y-zedth
As long as his flimflammeries have brio and have breadth
And don't come on like nursery-nannies pushing early to bedth
To three-year-olds with jingles about Health and Wealth and Wisdom.

He should look out though. He might take himself in, and that is dumb.

Do that, and sure as malheur is the better part of Msdom,
Sententiousness will sidle in with snapshots in his wallet
To lay a little something on us camels: some small strawlet
Of Wisdom, say, or Beauty. Take this poem now. I call it
"Width. Rhombus. (see Lozenge.) Glacier. Despot. Fortnight. Bilge."
I t o l d myself: "No overkill. Go easy on the bilge."
But then. T u e u r is human. And what rhymes with bilge is bilge.

-- Starbuck, George