So what do I do with this new dilemma...
If a User writes a book - 5 paragraphs - in my TextArea in the Form, and submits it, the browser just inserts hidden \
wherever there are carriage returns. But I have no "hooks" (i.e. <p></p>) to style?!
And while I can use something like nl2br in PHP, I still have no proper way to style my pseudo-paragraphs?! :mad:
(That's a pretty STUPID design on the part of the browser engineers or whoever?!)
Because my Q&A Form is designed to get people to type mini-books, I don't want this big slop of horrendously long lines of TEXT followed by an occasional <br />?! YUK!!! :mad:
(Example of just 2 Sentences to make my point...)
Elizabeth, New Jersey, when my mother was being raised there in a flat over her father’s grocery store, was an industrial port a quarter the size of Newark, dominated by the Irish working class and their politicians and the tightly knit parish life that revolved around the town’s many churches, and though I never heard her complain of having been pointedly ill-treated in Elizabeth as a girl, it was not until she married and moved to Newark’s new Jewish neighborhood that she discovered the confidence that led her to become first a PTA “grade mother,” then a PTA vice president in charge of establishing a Kindergarten Mothers’ Club, and finally the PTA president, who, after attending a conference in Trenton on infantile paralysis, proposed an annual March of Dimes dance on January 30 – President Roosevelt’s birthday – that was accepted by most schools.<br />
Their honour precarious, their liberty provisional, lasting only until the discovery of their crime; their position unstable, like that of the poet who one day was feasted at every table, applauded in every theatre in London, and on the next was driven from every lodging, unable to find a pillow upon which to lay his head, turning the mill like Samson and saying like him: “The two sexes shall die, each in a place apart!”; excluded even, save on the days of general disaster when the majority rally round the victim as the Jews rallied round Dreyfus, from the sympathy–at times from the society–of their fellows, in whom they inspire only disgust at seeing themselves as they are, portrayed in a mirror which, ceasing to flatter them, accentuates every blemish that they have refused to observe in themselves, and makes them understand that what they have been calling their love (a thing to which, playing upon the word, they have by association annexed all that poetry, painting, music, chivalry, asceticism have contrived to add to love...<br />