![]() Basically every other library that does this kind of work is based on libicu, which is maintained by the Unicode organization. You'll likely need a complex, but extremely stable library: libicu, or something based on it. It is acceptable to have some non-problematic characters in this list too, but not much. I want to have a list of "possibly-problematic" characters to replace. Every problematic character may be replaced with U+0xFFFD or something like "" (ASCII string with its index instead of character itself). I don't want to use some complex and non-stable libraries to do that, i want to have simplest possible logic to do that. The string is printed on the terminal and I should know the resulting position of the cursor. Also, there are a lot of other unicode characters that are usual and may be safely assumed as having strlen() = 1. ![]() I have some unicode string, usually consists of "usual" characters like 0x20-0x7E or cyrillic letters. Regular characters (those who not in this list) should use exactly one character place when printed (= cursor moved +1 to the right), should not depend on previous or next characters, and should not affect printing style in any way. I need just a raw list of such unusual characters to replace them with something harmless to avoid unwanted output effects. Examples: character 0x0363 (won't be printed without another one before), character 0x0084 (does weird things when printed). Lots of elderly people once lived in small towns and encountered authentic train-hopping hobos.Where can I get the complete list of all unicode characters that doesn't behave as simple characters. If Willy Howard were alive today, he would be nearly 120 years old since it’s unlikely that you’ll meet another Willy, your next best bet is to glean a first-hand account of long-ago hobos from an elderly person who encountered them as a kid. We were like two men who briefly shared a box car, never to meet again. ![]() The way it happened, a nurse walked in and handed me my discharge papers while Willy was out getting X-rays. He settled on industrial work in Trenton’s many factories, which is how we crossed paths. He owned and ran a lunch wagon that was a victim of sabotage. Willy went on to various gigs after his road-bound days were over. ![]() Men like Willy filled me in on the specifics, and they left me awed by the hardships they survived. The thing I’ll always remember from his first-person account: It was not an easy life, and romanticized versions of it are, at best, misleading. Others were kooks, and some were dangerous scoundrels-or some combination thereof. He had a small dog that kept him company and would even ride a hay rake with him when he found work on the many farms that dotted the countryside. On that long-ago October afternoon, Willy told me about back-breaking farm work, long hot days and long cold nights. Trains were relatively easy to hop aboard when they slowed at switch points, long bends, and creaky bridges. Prior to the advent of the Interstate Highway System after World War II, the railroad was sometimes the only practical means of getting goods where they needed to go. And when he couldn’t do that, he went hungry, which was often.įreight lines were a steel highway to ship goods through the U.S. And when he couldn’t find it, he scrounged. Willy became a hobo, a footloose worker who took employment whenever and wherever he could. But when steady work dried up, he did what hundreds of thousands did during the Great Depression: He hopped a freight train. In the South, he’d found work wherever he could, sometimes riding out into the countryside in a Model T with a root doctor, a skilled rural practitioner who used roots and natural remedies. “That blanket feels good,” he said, “like a warm piece a’ bread.” Suddenly in a reflective mood, he turned to me and with a weary grin, said, “For a white boy, you’re okay,” and proceeded to tell me what it was like to be a Black man who came north from Georgia in the 1930s. When the hospital room’s heat failed, I gave him one of my blankets. One morning I fished Willy’s slippers out from under the bed.
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