Generating Random Text

A computer program can easily produce gibberish - especially if it has been provided with
garbage beforehand. This program does something a little different. It takes a block of text
as input and works out the proportion of characters within the text according to a chosen
order. For example, an order of 2 means the program looks at pairs of letters, an order of 3
means triplets of letters and so on. The software can regurgitate random text that is
controlled by the proportion of characters. The results can be quite surprising.

0 order produces random text based on the proportion of letters within the input text, 2nd
order produces gibberish - 6th order and above can often be meaninglessly readable.

Generating Random Text gives more information.

Use the sample text below, or else you can replace it by typing over or pasting in your own
block of text.

窗体顶端

5
Create random text 500
 No of chars  Order
(2 - 20)  Show frequency table
(less than 3500)
窗体底端

Be patient. There is a fair bit of processing to be

done.
(The technique is to scan through the content of a block of text and create a frequency table
of what letters come after others. For example after the letter "q" there will always be a
"u", but after an "e" there can be a range of letters - 12 "r", 14 "e", 5 "l" and so on. The
frequency table can cover different orders. 2nd order text is where 2 consecutive letters are
matched, 3rd order is 3 consecutive letters, 4th order is 4 letters and so on. We then
generate text which is randomly produced but has the same distribution of letter groups as
the input text. The result depends greatly on the source text and on the order. Technically,
this process is based on Markov chains.)

Try these texts:

In the first place we have granted to God, and by this our present
charter confirmed for us and our heirs forever that the English Church
shall be free, and shall have her rights entire, and her liberties
inviolate; and we will that it be thus observed; which is apparent from
this that the freedom of elections, which is reckoned most important
and very essential to the English Church, we, of our pure and
unconstrained will, did grant, and did by our charter confirm and did
obtain the ratification of the same from our lord, Pope Innocent III,
before the quarrel arose between us and our barons: and this we will
observe, and our will is that it be observed in good faith by our heirs
forever. We have also granted to all freemen of our kingdom, for us
and our heirs forever, all the underwritten liberties, to be had and held
by them and their heirs, of us and our heirs forever.

Fog everywhere. Fog up the river, where it flows among green aits and
meadows; fog down the river, where it rolls deified among the tiers of
shipping and the waterside pollutions of a great (and dirty) city. Fog
on the Essex marshes, fog on the Kentish heights. Fog creeping into
the cabooses of collier-brigs; fog lying out on the yards and hovering
in the rigging of great ships; fog drooping on the gunwales of barges
and small boats. Fog in the eyes and throats of ancient Greenwich
pensioners, wheezing by the firesides of their wards; fog in the stem
and bowl of the afternoon pipe of the wrathful skipper, down in his
close cabin; fog cruelly pinching the toes and fingers of his shivering
little apprentice boy on deck. Chance people on the bridges peeping
over the parapets into a nether sky of fog, with fog all round them, as
if they were up in a balloon and hanging in the misty clouds.

yes and those handsome Moors all in white and turbans like kings
asking you to sit down in their little bit of a shop and Ronda with the
old windows of the posadas 2 glancing eyes a lattice hid for her lover
to kiss the iron and the wineshops half open at night and the castanets
and the night we missed the boat at Algeciras the watchman going
about serene with his lamp and O that awful deepdown torrent O and
the sea the sea crimson sometimes like fire and the glorious sunsets
and the figtrees in the Alameda gardens yes and all the queer little
streets and the pink and blue and yellow houses and the rosegardens
and the jessamine and geraniums and cactuses and Gibraltar as a girl
where I was a Flower of the mountain yes when I put the rose in my
hair like the Andalusian girls used or shall I wear a red yes and how he
kissed me under the Moorish wall and I thought well as well him as
another and then I asked him with my eyes to ask again yes and then
he asked me would I yes to say yes my mountain flower and first I put
my arms around him yes and drew him down to me so he could feel
my breasts all perfume yes and his heart was going like mad and yes I
said yes I will Yes.

And Eurypylus, son of Euaemon, killed Hypsenor, the son of noble

Dolopion, who had been made priest of the river Scamander, and was
honoured among the people as though he were a god. Eurypylus gave
him chase as he was flying before him, smote him with his sword upon
the arm, and lopped his strong hand from off it. The bloody hand fell
to the ground, and the shades of death, with fate that no man can
withstand, came over his eyes. Thus furiously did the battle rage
between them. As for the son of Tydeus, you could not say whether he
was more among the Achaeans or the Trojans. He rushed across the
plain like a winter torrent that has burst its barrier in full flood; no
dykes, no walls of fruitful vineyards can embank it when it is swollen
with rain from heaven, but in a moment it comes tearing onward, and
lays many a field waste that many a strong man hand has reclaimed-
even so were the dense phalanxes of the Trojans driven in rout by the
son of Tydeus, and many though they were, they dared not abide his
onslaught.

Because I could not stop for Death,

He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

We slowly drove, he knew no haste,

And I had put away
My labor, and my leisure too,
For his civility.

We passed the school where children played,

Their lessons scarcely done;
We passed the fields of gazing grain,
We passed the setting sun.

We paused before a house that seemed

A swelling of the ground;
The roof was scarcely visible,
The cornice but a mound.

Since then 't is centuries; but each

Feels shorter than the day
I first surmised the horses' heads
Were toward eternity.

To begin at the beginning:

It is Spring, moonless night in the small town, starless and bible-black,

the cobblestreets silent and the hunched, courters'-and- rabbits' wood
limping invisible down to the sloeblack, slow, black, crowblack,
fishingboat-bobbing sea. The houses are blind as moles (though moles
see fine to-night in the snouting, velvet dingles) or blind as Captain
Cat there in the muffled middle by the pump and the town clock, the
 shops in mourning, the Welfare Hall in widows' weeds. And all the
people of the lulled and dumbfound town are sleeping now.

Hush, the babies are sleeping, the farmers, the fishers, the tradesmen
and pensioners, cobbler, schoolteacher, postman and publican, the
undertaker and the fancy woman, drunkard, dressmaker, preacher,
policeman, the webfoot cocklewomen and the tidy wives. Young girls
lie bedded soft or glide in their dreams, with rings and trousseaux,
bridesmaided by glow-worms down the aisles of the organplaying
wood. The boys are dreaming wicked or of the bucking ranches of the
night and the jollyrogered sea. And the anthracite statues of the
horses sleep in the fields, and the cows in the byres, and the dogs in
the wet-nosed yards; and the cats nap in the slant corners or lope sly,
streaking and needling, on the one cloud of the roofs.

You can hear the dew falling, and the hushed town breathing.

for ($n=0; $n < $lettas; $n++)

{
$subarra = arr_count_char($start, $array);
$size = sizeof($subarra);

if ($size > 0)
{
$rnd = mt_rand(0, $size-1);
$chars = $subarra[$rnd];
$substr = substr($chars, $order-1, 1);
$start = substr($start, 1, strlen($start)-1) . $substr;

// Prints a new line if the char return code is present.

if ($substr == "\r")
echo "<br>";
else
echo $substr;