JSFiddle - React, Tailwind, and code Playground

by brandondurham

JavaScript

const one = '<p class="tracking__0 features__pnum leading__130 alignment__center font__Saracen--355 size__66"><br></p><p class="tracking__0 features__pnum alignment__center font__Saracen--355 size__66 leading__110">The Shadow<br>Over Innsmouth</p><p class="alignment__center font__Ringside--1628 size__25 tracking__7 features__lnum leading__300">H.P. LOVECRAFT</p><p class="font__Ringside--1628 size__25 tracking__7 features__lnum leading__300"><br></p><p class="tracking__0 font__Hoefler-Text--233 size__24 leading__130 features__onum-pnum-liga">There was much more than I could remember, but even what I did remember each morning would be enough to stamp me as a madman or a genius if ever I dared write it down. Some frightful influence, I felt, was seeking gradually to drag me out of the sane world of wholesome life into unnamable abysses of blackness and alienage; and the process told heavily on me. My health and appearance grew steadily worse, till finally I was forced to give up my position and adopt the static, secluded life of an invalid. Some odd nervous affliction had me in its grip, and I found myself at times almost unable to shut my eyes.</p><p class="tracking__0 font__Hoefler-Text--233 size__24 leading__130 features__onum-pnum-liga">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; It was then that I began to study the mirror with mounting alarm. The slow ravages of disease are not pleasant to watch, but in my case there was something subtler and more puzzling in the background. My father seemed to notice it, too, for he began looking at me curiously and almost affrightedly. What was taking place in me? Could it be that I was coming to resemble my grandmother and uncle Douglas?</p><p class="tracking__0 font__Hoefler-Text--233 size__24 leading__130 features__onum-pnum-liga">&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; One night I had a frightful dream in which I met my grandmother under the sea. She lived in a phosphorescent palace of many terraces, with gardens of...