Initial tagger tests added

hyde/ext/plugins/tagger.py

@@ -0,0 +1,61 @@
+# -*- coding: utf-8 -*-
+"""
+Contains classes and utilities related to tagging
+resources in hyde.
+"""
+import re
+from hyde.model import Expando
+from hyde.plugin import Plugin
+from hyde.site import Node, Resource
+from hyde.util import add_method, add_property, pairwalk
+
+from collections import namedtuple
+from functools import partial
+from itertools import ifilter, izip, tee, product
+from operator import attrgetter
+
+
+class TaggerPlugin(Plugin):
+    """
+    Tagger plugin for hyde. Adds the ability to do
+    tag resources and search based on the tags.
+
+    Configuration example
+    ---------------------
+    #yaml
+    sorter:
+        kind:
+            atts: source.kind
+    tagger:
+       blog:
+           sorter: kind # How to sort the resources in a tag
+           source: blog # The source folder to look for resources
+           target: blog/tags # The target folder to deploy the archives
+    """
+    def __init__(self, site):
+        super(GrouperPlugin, self).__init__(site)
+
+    def begin_site(self):
+        """
+        Initialize plugin. Add the specified groups to the
+        site context variable.
+        """
+        config = self.site.config
+        if not hasattr(config, 'grouper'):
+            return
+        if not hasattr(self.site, 'grouper'):
+            self.site.grouper = {}
+
+        for name, grouping in self.site.config.grouper.__dict__.items():
+            grouping.name = name
+            prev_att = 'prev_in_%s' % name
+            next_att = 'next_in_%s' % name
+            setattr(Resource, prev_att, None)
+            setattr(Resource, next_att, None)
+            self.site.grouper[name] = Group(grouping)
+            walker = Group.walk_resources(
+                            self.site.content, self.site.grouper[name])
+
+            for prev, next in pairwalk(walker):
+                setattr(next, prev_att, prev)
+                setattr(prev, next_att, next)

hyde/layouts/basic/content/blog/angry-post.html

@@ -67,7 +67,7 @@ always done it."
 I strained the old bean to meet this emergency.
 
 "You want to work it so that he makes Miss Singer's acquaintance without
-knowing that you know her. Then you come along——"
+knowing that you know her. Then you come along"
 
 "But how can I work it that way?"
 

hyde/template.py

@@ -48,26 +48,22 @@ class Template(object):
 
     @abc.abstractmethod
     def configure(self, site, engine):
+
         """
-        The site object should contain a config attribute. The config object is
-        a simple YAML object with required settings. The template implementations
-        are responsible for transforming this object to match the `settings`
-        required for the template engines.
+        The site object should contain a config attribute. The config object
+        is a simple YAML object with required settings. The template
+        implementations are responsible for transforming this object to match
+        the `settings` required for the template engines.
 
         The engine is an informal protocol to provide access to some
         hyde internals.
 
-        The preprocessor and postprocessor attributes must contain the
-        functions that trigger the hyde plugins to preprocess the template
-        after load and postprocess it after it is processed and code is generated.
-
-        Note that the processors must only be used when referencing templates,
-        for example, using the include tag. The regular preprocessing and
-        post processing logic is handled by hyde.
+        The preprocessor attribute must contain the function that trigger the
+        hyde plugins to preprocess the template after load.
 
-        A context_for_path attribute must contain the function that returns the
-        context object that is populated with the appropriate variables for the given
-        path.
+        A context_for_path attribute must contain the function that returns
+        the context object that is populated with the appropriate variables
+        for the given path.
         """
         return
 
@@ -78,6 +74,14 @@ class Template(object):
         """
         return None
 
+    @abc.abstractmethod
+    def render_resource(self, resource, context):
+        """
+        This function must load the file represented by the resource
+        object and return the rendered text.
+        """
+        return ''
+
     @abc.abstractmethod
     def render(self, text, context):
         """

hyde/tests/ext/test_tagger.py

@@ -0,0 +1,84 @@
+# -*- coding: utf-8 -*-
+"""
+Use nose
+`$ pip install nose`
+`$ nosetests`
+"""
+from hyde.fs import File, Folder
+from hyde.generator import Generator
+from hyde.site import Site
+
+from hyde.tests.util import assert_html_equals
+import yaml
+
+TEST_SITE = File(__file__).parent.parent.child_folder('_test')
+
+class TestTagger(object):
+
+    def setUp(self):
+        TEST_SITE.make()
+        TEST_SITE.parent.child_folder(
+                  'sites/test_tagger').copy_contents_to(TEST_SITE)
+        self.s = Site(TEST_SITE)
+        self.deploy = TEST_SITE.child_folder('deploy')
+
+
+    def tearDown(self):
+        TEST_SITE.delete()
+
+
+    def test_tagger_walker(self):
+        gen = Generator(self.s)
+        gen.load_site_if_needed()
+
+        tags = self.s.taggger['blog'].tags
+
+        assert tags.length == 5
+
+        for tag in ['sad', 'happy', 'angry', 'thoughts', 'events']:
+            assert tag in tags
+
+        # sad_posts = [post.name for post in
+        #                 self.s.content.walk_resources_tagged_with('sad')]
+        # assert sad_posts.length == 2
+        # assert "sad-post.html" in sad_posts
+        # assert "another-sad-post.html" in sad_posts
+        # 
+        # happy_posts = [post.name for post in
+        #                 self.s.content.walk_resources_tagged_with('happy')]
+        # assert happy_posts.length == 1
+        # assert "happy-post.html" in happy_posts
+        # 
+        # angry_posts = [post.name for post in
+        #                 self.s.content.walk_resources_tagged_with('angry')]
+        # assert angry_posts.length == 1
+        # assert "angry-post.html" in angry_posts
+
+        # sad_thought_posts = [post.name for post in
+        #                 self.s.content.walk_resources_tagged_with('sad')]
+        # assert sad_posts.length == 2
+        # assert "sad-post.html" in sad_posts
+        # assert "another-sad-post.html" in sad_posts
+
+
+
+
+    # def test_tagger_archives_generated():
+    #     gen = Generator(self.s)
+    #     gen.load_site_if_needed()
+    #     gen.load_template_if_needed()
+    #     gen.generate_all()
+    #     tags_folder = self.deploy.child_folder('blog/tags')
+    #
+    #     blog_node = self.s.node_from_relative_path('blog')
+    #     res_by_tag =
+    #     for resource in blog_node.walk_resources():
+    #
+    #
+    #     assert tags_folder.exists
+    #     tags = ['sad', 'happy', 'angry', 'thoughts']
+    #
+    #     archives = (File(tags_folder.child("%s.html" % tag)) for tag in tags)
+    #     for archive in archives:
+    #         assert archive.exists
+    #         assert

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/content/blog/angry-post.html

@@ -0,0 +1,133 @@
+---
+title: An Angry Post
+description: >
+    Temper. Temper. Temper.
+created: !!timestamp '2011-01-01 10:00:00'
+tags:
+    - angry
+    - thoughts
+---
+
+--- mark excerpt
+
+To complete the character-study of Mr. Worple, he was a man of extremely
+uncertain temper, and his general tendency was to think that Corky was a poor
+chump and that whatever step he took in any direction on his own account, was
+just another proof of his innate idiocy. I should imagine Jeeves feels very
+much the same about me.
+
+--- endmark
+
+So when Corky trickled into my apartment one afternoon, shooing a girl in
+front of him, and said, "Bertie, I want you to meet my fiancée, Miss Singer,"
+the aspect of the matter which hit me first was precisely the one which he had
+come to consult me about. The very first words I spoke were, "Corky, how about
+your uncle?"
+
+The poor chap gave one of those mirthless laughs. He was looking anxious and
+worried, like a man who has done the murder all right but can't think what the
+deuce to do with the body.
+
+"We're so scared, Mr. Wooster," said the girl. "We were hoping that you might
+suggest a way of breaking it to him."
+
+Muriel Singer was one of those very quiet, appealing girls who have a way of
+looking at you with their big eyes as if they thought you were the greatest
+thing on earth and wondered that you hadn't got on to it yet yourself. She sat
+there in a sort of shrinking way, looking at me as if she were saying to
+herself, "Oh, I do hope this great strong man isn't going to hurt me." She
+gave a fellow a protective kind of feeling, made him want to stroke her hand
+and say, "There, there, little one!" or words to that effect. She made me feel
+that there was nothing I wouldn't do for her. She was rather like one of those
+innocent-tasting American drinks which creep imperceptibly into your system so
+that, before you know what you're doing, you're starting out to reform the
+world by force if necessary and pausing on your way to tell the large man in
+the corner that, if he looks at you like that, you will knock his head off.
+What I mean is, she made me feel alert and dashing, like a jolly old
+knight-errant or something of that kind. I felt that I was with her in this
+thing to the limit.
+
+"I don't see why your uncle shouldn't be most awfully bucked," I said to
+Corky. "He will think Miss Singer the ideal wife for you."
+
+Corky declined to cheer up.
+
+"You don't know him. Even if he did like Muriel he wouldn't admit it. That's
+the sort of pig-headed guy he is. It would be a matter of principle with him
+to kick. All he would consider would be that I had gone and taken an important
+step without asking his advice, and he would raise Cain automatically. He's
+always done it."
+
+I strained the old bean to meet this emergency.
+
+"You want to work it so that he makes Miss Singer's acquaintance without
+knowing that you know her. Then you come along"
+
+"But how can I work it that way?"
+
+I saw his point. That was the catch.
+
+"There's only one thing to do," I said.
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"Leave it to Jeeves."
+
+And I rang the bell.
+
+"Sir?" said Jeeves, kind of manifesting himself. One of the rummy things about
+Jeeves is that, unless you watch like a hawk, you very seldom see him come
+into a room. He's like one of those weird chappies in India who dissolve
+themselves into thin air and nip through space in a sort of disembodied way
+and assemble the parts again just where they want them. I've got a cousin
+who's what they call a Theosophist, and he says he's often nearly worked the
+thing himself, but couldn't quite bring it off, probably owing to having fed
+in his boyhood on the flesh of animals slain in anger and pie.
+
+The moment I saw the man standing there, registering respectful attention, a
+weight seemed to roll off my mind. I felt like a lost child who spots his
+father in the offing. There was something about him that gave me confidence.
+
+Jeeves is a tallish man, with one of those dark, shrewd faces. His eye gleams
+with the light of pure intelligence.
+
+"Jeeves, we want your advice."
+
+"Very good, sir."
+
+I boiled down Corky's painful case into a few well-chosen words.
+
+"So you see what it amount to, Jeeves. We want you to suggest some way by
+which Mr. Worple can make Miss Singer's acquaintance without getting on to the
+fact that Mr. Corcoran already knows her. Understand?"
+
+"Perfectly, sir."
+
+"Well, try to think of something."
+
+"I have thought of something already, sir."
+
+"You have!"
+
+"The scheme I would suggest cannot fail of success, but it has what may seem
+to you a drawback, sir, in that it requires a certain financial outlay."
+
+"He means," I translated to Corky, "that he has got a pippin of an idea, but
+it's going to cost a bit."
+
+Naturally the poor chap's face dropped, for this seemed to dish the whole
+thing. But I was still under the influence of the girl's melting gaze, and I
+saw that this was where I started in as a knight-errant.
+
+"You can count on me for all that sort of thing, Corky," I said. "Only too
+glad. Carry on, Jeeves."
+
+"I would suggest, sir, that Mr. Corcoran take advantage of Mr. Worple's
+attachment to ornithology."
+
+"How on earth did you know that he was fond of birds?"
+
+
+[My Man Jeeves by PG Wodehouse][MMJ]
+
+[MMJ]: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8164/pg8164.html

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/content/blog/another-sad-post.html

@@ -0,0 +1,87 @@
+---
+title: Another Sad Post
+description: >
+    Something else sad happened.
+created: !!timestamp '2011-03-01 10:00:00'
+tags:
+    - sad
+    - events
+---
+
+--- mark excerpt
+
+I went and dressed sadly. It will show you pretty well how pipped I was when I
+tell you that I near as a toucher put on a white tie with a dinner-jacket. I
+sallied out for a bit of food more to pass the time than because I wanted it.
+It seemed brutal to be wading into the bill of fare with poor old Bicky headed
+for the breadline.
+
+--- endmark
+
+When I got back old Chiswick had gone to bed, but Bicky was there, hunched up
+in an arm-chair, brooding pretty tensely, with a cigarette hanging out of the
+corner of his mouth and a more or less glassy stare in his eyes. He had the
+aspect of one who had been soaked with what the newspaper chappies call "some
+blunt instrument."
+
+"This is a bit thick, old thing—what!" I said.
+
+He picked up his glass and drained it feverishly, overlooking the fact that it
+hadn't anything in it.
+
+"I'm done, Bertie!" he said.
+
+He had another go at the glass. It didn't seem to do him any good.
+
+"If only this had happened a week later, Bertie! My next month's money was due
+to roll in on Saturday. I could have worked a wheeze I've been reading about
+in the magazine advertisements. It seems that you can make a dashed amount of
+money if you can only collect a few dollars and start a chicken-farm. Jolly
+sound scheme, Bertie! Say you buy a hen—call it one hen for the sake of
+argument. It lays an egg every day of the week. You sell the eggs seven for
+twenty-five cents. Keep of hen costs nothing. Profit practically twenty-five
+cents on every seven eggs. Or look at it another way: Suppose you have a dozen
+eggs. Each of the hens has a dozen chickens. The chickens grow up and have
+more chickens. Why, in no time you'd have the place covered knee-deep in hens,
+all laying eggs, at twenty-five cents for every seven. You'd make a fortune.
+Jolly life, too, keeping hens!" He had begun to get quite worked up at the
+thought of it, but he slopped back in his chair at this juncture with a good
+deal of gloom. "But, of course, it's no good," he said, "because I haven't the
+cash."
+
+"You've only to say the word, you know, Bicky, old top."
+
+"Thanks awfully, Bertie, but I'm not going to sponge on you."
+
+That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to
+won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do
+everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of
+your pockets. As a lad who has always rolled tolerably free in the right
+stuff, I've had lots of experience of the second class. Many's the time, back
+in London, I've hurried along Piccadilly and felt the hot breath of the
+toucher on the back of my neck and heard his sharp, excited yapping as he
+closed in on me. I've simply spent my life scattering largesse to blighters I
+didn't care a hang for; yet here was I now, dripping doubloons and pieces of
+eight and longing to hand them over, and Bicky, poor fish, absolutely on his
+uppers, not taking any at any price.
+
+"Well, there's only one hope, then."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"Jeeves."
+
+"Sir?"
+
+There was Jeeves, standing behind me, full of zeal. In this matter of
+shimmering into rooms the chappie is rummy to a degree. You're sitting in the
+old armchair, thinking of this and that, and then suddenly you look up, and
+there he is. He moves from point to point with as little uproar as a jelly
+fish. The thing startled poor old Bicky considerably. He rose from his seat
+like a rocketing pheasant. I'm used to Jeeves now, but often in the days when
+he first came to me I've bitten my tongue freely on finding him unexpectedly
+in my midst.
+
+[My Man Jeeves by PG Wodehouse][MMJ]
+
+[MMJ]: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8164/pg8164.html

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/content/blog/happy-post.html

@@ -0,0 +1,144 @@
+---
+title: A Happy Post
+description: >
+    Smile. Laugh.
+created: !!timestamp '2011-02-01 10:00:00'
+tags:
+    - happy
+    - thoughts
+---
+
+--- mark excerpt
+
+Lady Malvern was a hearty, happy, healthy, overpowering sort of dashed female,
+not so very tall but making up for it by measuring about six feet from the
+O.P. to the Prompt Side.
+
+--- endmark
+
+She fitted into my biggest arm-chair as if it had
+been built round her by someone who knew they were wearing arm-chairs tight
+about the hips that season. She had bright, bulging eyes and a lot of yellow
+hair, and when she spoke she showed about fifty-seven front teeth. She was one
+of those women who kind of numb a fellow's faculties. She made me feel as if I
+were ten years old and had been brought into the drawing-room in my Sunday
+clothes to say how-d'you-do. Altogether by no means the sort of thing a
+chappie would wish to find in his sitting-room before breakfast.
+
+Motty, the son, was about twenty-three, tall and thin and meek-looking. He had
+the same yellow hair as his mother, but he wore it plastered down and parted
+in the middle. His eyes bulged, too, but they weren't bright. They were a dull
+grey with pink rims. His chin gave up the struggle about half-way down, and he
+didn't appear to have any eyelashes. A mild, furtive, sheepish sort of
+blighter, in short.
+
+"Awfully glad to see you," I said. "So you've popped over, eh? Making a long
+stay in America?"
+
+"About a month. Your aunt gave me your address and told me to be sure and call
+on you."
+
+I was glad to hear this, as it showed that Aunt Agatha was beginning to come
+round a bit. There had been some unpleasantness a year before, when she had
+sent me over to New York to disentangle my Cousin Gussie from the clutches of
+a girl on the music-hall stage. When I tell you that by the time I had
+finished my operations, Gussie had not only married the girl but had gone on
+the stage himself, and was doing well, you'll understand that Aunt Agatha was
+upset to no small extent. I simply hadn't dared go back and face her, and it
+was a relief to find that time had healed the wound and all that sort of thing
+enough to make her tell her pals to look me up. What I mean is, much as I
+liked America, I didn't want to have England barred to me for the rest of my
+natural; and, believe me, England is a jolly sight too small for anyone to
+live in with Aunt Agatha, if she's really on the warpath. So I braced on
+hearing these kind words and smiled genially on the assemblage.
+
+"Your aunt said that you would do anything that was in your power to be of
+assistance to us."
+
+"Rather? Oh, rather! Absolutely!"
+
+"Thank you so much. I want you to put dear Motty up for a little while."
+
+I didn't get this for a moment.
+
+"Put him up? For my clubs?"
+
+"No, no! Darling Motty is essentially a home bird. Aren't you, Motty darling?"
+
+Motty, who was sucking the knob of his stick, uncorked himself.
+
+"Yes, mother," he said, and corked himself up again.
+
+"I should not like him to belong to clubs. I mean put him up here. Have him to
+live with you while I am away."
+
+These frightful words trickled out of her like honey. The woman simply didn't
+seem to understand the ghastly nature of her proposal. I gave Motty the swift
+east-to-west. He was sitting with his mouth nuzzling the stick, blinking at
+the wall. The thought of having this planted on me for an indefinite period
+appalled me. Absolutely appalled me, don't you know. I was just starting to
+say that the shot wasn't on the board at any price, and that the first sign
+Motty gave of trying to nestle into my little home I would yell for the
+police, when she went on, rolling placidly over me, as it were.
+
+There was something about this woman that sapped a chappie's will-power.
+
+"I am leaving New York by the midday train, as I have to pay a visit to
+Sing-Sing prison. I am extremely interested in prison conditions in America.
+After that I work my way gradually across to the coast, visiting the points of
+interest on the journey. You see, Mr. Wooster, I am in America principally on
+business. No doubt you read my book, India and the Indians? My publishers are
+anxious for me to write a companion volume on the United States. I shall not
+be able to spend more than a month in the country, as I have to get back for
+the season, but a month should be ample. I was less than a month in India, and
+my dear friend Sir Roger Cremorne wrote his America from Within after a stay
+of only two weeks. I should love to take dear Motty with me, but the poor boy
+gets so sick when he travels by train. I shall have to pick him up on my
+return."
+
+From where I sat I could see Jeeves in the dining-room, laying the
+breakfast-table. I wished I could have had a minute with him alone. I felt
+certain that he would have been able to think of some way of putting a stop to
+this woman.
+
+"It will be such a relief to know that Motty is safe with you, Mr. Wooster. I
+know what the temptations of a great city are. Hitherto dear Motty has been
+sheltered from them. He has lived quietly with me in the country. I know that
+you will look after him carefully, Mr. Wooster. He will give very little
+trouble." She talked about the poor blighter as if he wasn't there. Not that
+Motty seemed to mind. He had stopped chewing his walking-stick and was sitting
+there with his mouth open. "He is a vegetarian and a teetotaller and is
+devoted to reading. Give him a nice book and he will be quite contented." She
+got up. "Thank you so much, Mr. Wooster! I don't know what I should have done
+without your help. Come, Motty! We have just time to see a few of the sights
+before my train goes. But I shall have to rely on you for most of my
+information about New York, darling. Be sure to keep your eyes open and take
+notes of your impressions! It will be such a help. Good-bye, Mr. Wooster. I
+will send Motty back early in the afternoon."
+
+They went out, and I howled for Jeeves.
+
+"Jeeves! What about it?"
+
+"Sir?"
+
+"What's to be done? You heard it all, didn't you? You were in the dining-room
+most of the time. That pill is coming to stay here."
+
+"Pill, sir?"
+
+"The excrescence."
+
+"I beg your pardon, sir?"
+
+I looked at Jeeves sharply. This sort of thing wasn't like him. It was as if
+he were deliberately trying to give me the pip. Then I understood. The man was
+really upset about that tie. He was trying to get his own back.
+
+"Lord Pershore will be staying here from to-night, Jeeves," I said coldly.
+
+"Very good, sir. Breakfast is ready, sir."
+
+[My Man Jeeves by PG Wodehouse][MMJ]
+
+[MMJ]: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8164/pg8164.html

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/content/blog/sad-post.html

@@ -0,0 +1,93 @@
+---
+title: A Sad Post
+description: >
+    Something sad happened.
+created: !!timestamp '2010-12-01 10:00:00'
+tags:
+    - sad
+    - thoughts
+---
+
+--- mark image
+
+![A Dark Image]([[!!images/dark.png]])
+
+--- endmark
+
+--- mark excerpt
+
+I went and dressed sadly. It will show you pretty well how pipped I was when I
+tell you that I near as a toucher put on a white tie with a dinner-jacket. I
+sallied out for a bit of food more to pass the time than because I wanted it.
+It seemed brutal to be wading into the bill of fare with poor old Bicky headed
+for the breadline.
+
+--- endmark
+
+When I got back old Chiswick had gone to bed, but Bicky was there, hunched up
+in an arm-chair, brooding pretty tensely, with a cigarette hanging out of the
+corner of his mouth and a more or less glassy stare in his eyes. He had the
+aspect of one who had been soaked with what the newspaper chappies call "some
+blunt instrument."
+
+"This is a bit thick, old thing—what!" I said.
+
+He picked up his glass and drained it feverishly, overlooking the fact that it
+hadn't anything in it.
+
+"I'm done, Bertie!" he said.
+
+He had another go at the glass. It didn't seem to do him any good.
+
+"If only this had happened a week later, Bertie! My next month's money was due
+to roll in on Saturday. I could have worked a wheeze I've been reading about
+in the magazine advertisements. It seems that you can make a dashed amount of
+money if you can only collect a few dollars and start a chicken-farm. Jolly
+sound scheme, Bertie! Say you buy a hen—call it one hen for the sake of
+argument. It lays an egg every day of the week. You sell the eggs seven for
+twenty-five cents. Keep of hen costs nothing. Profit practically twenty-five
+cents on every seven eggs. Or look at it another way: Suppose you have a dozen
+eggs. Each of the hens has a dozen chickens. The chickens grow up and have
+more chickens. Why, in no time you'd have the place covered knee-deep in hens,
+all laying eggs, at twenty-five cents for every seven. You'd make a fortune.
+Jolly life, too, keeping hens!" He had begun to get quite worked up at the
+thought of it, but he slopped back in his chair at this juncture with a good
+deal of gloom. "But, of course, it's no good," he said, "because I haven't the
+cash."
+
+"You've only to say the word, you know, Bicky, old top."
+
+"Thanks awfully, Bertie, but I'm not going to sponge on you."
+
+That's always the way in this world. The chappies you'd like to lend money to
+won't let you, whereas the chappies you don't want to lend it to will do
+everything except actually stand you on your head and lift the specie out of
+your pockets. As a lad who has always rolled tolerably free in the right
+stuff, I've had lots of experience of the second class. Many's the time, back
+in London, I've hurried along Piccadilly and felt the hot breath of the
+toucher on the back of my neck and heard his sharp, excited yapping as he
+closed in on me. I've simply spent my life scattering largesse to blighters I
+didn't care a hang for; yet here was I now, dripping doubloons and pieces of
+eight and longing to hand them over, and Bicky, poor fish, absolutely on his
+uppers, not taking any at any price.
+
+"Well, there's only one hope, then."
+
+"What's that?"
+
+"Jeeves."
+
+"Sir?"
+
+There was Jeeves, standing behind me, full of zeal. In this matter of
+shimmering into rooms the chappie is rummy to a degree. You're sitting in the
+old armchair, thinking of this and that, and then suddenly you look up, and
+there he is. He moves from point to point with as little uproar as a jelly
+fish. The thing startled poor old Bicky considerably. He rose from his seat
+like a rocketing pheasant. I'm used to Jeeves now, but often in the days when
+he first came to me I've bitten my tongue freely on finding him unexpectedly
+in my midst.
+
+[My Man Jeeves by PG Wodehouse][MMJ]
+
+[MMJ]: http://www.gutenberg.org/cache/epub/8164/pg8164.html

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/layout/root.j2

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+<html>
+    <body>
+        {% block content -%}
+
+        {%- endblock %}
+    </body>
+</html>

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/layout/tagged_posts.j2

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+{% if tag and tag.resources -%}
+<ul>
+{% for resource in tag.resources -%}
+<li>
+<a href="{{ content_url(resource.url) }}">{{ resource.meta.title }}</a>
+</li>
+{%- endfor %}
+</ul>
+{%- endif %}

hyde/tests/sites/test_tagger/site.yaml

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+mode: development
+media_root: media # Relative path from content folder.
+media_url: /media # URL where the media files are served from.
+base_url: / # The base url for autogenerated links.
+plugins:
+    - hyde.ext.plugins.meta.MetaPlugin
+    - hyde.ext.plugins.auto_extend.AutoExtendPlugin
+    - hyde.ext.plugins.sorter.SorterPlugin
+    - hyde.ext.plugins.tagger.TaggerPlugin
+    - hyde.ext.plugins.textlinks.TextlinksPlugin
+meta:
+    nodemeta: meta.yaml
+    created: !!timestamp 2010-01-01 00:00:00
+    extends: root.j2
+    default_block: content
+sorter:
+    time:
+        attr:
+            - meta.created
+        reverse: true
+        filters:
+            source.kind: html
+            meta.listable: true
+tagger:
+    blog:
+        sorter: time
+        archives:
+            template: tagged_posts.j2
+            source: blog
+            target: blog/tags
+            archive_extension: html