Add ephemeral cache and extended thinking

[anakori]

This pull requests implements support for ephemeral cache support with conditional conversation caching and extended thinking in Claudine.

Conditional conversation caching activates only when the conversation exceeds the minimum cacheable token threshold (1024 tokens), avoiding wasted cache costs on small conversations.

This pull requests depends on:

• #95 - Add extended thinking support in anthropic-sdk-kotlin
• #10 - Update anthropic-sdk-kotlin to 0.26.0 in claudine.

Please merge those pull requests first.

Example:

nastya@thinkpad:~/projects/xemantic/claudine(feature/ephemeralCacheAndExtendedThinking)$ ./claudine
[Claudine]> Connecting human and human's machine to cognition of Claude AI
[me]> What do you think about Constantine P. Cavafy poetry?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user is asking me about Constantine P. Cavafy's poetry - specifically what I think about it. This is a general question about literature and poetry, not a request to perform any actions with the tools I have available.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1863-1933) was a renowned Greek poet from Alexandria, Egypt. He's considered one of the most distinguished Greek poets of the 20th century. His work is known for its historical themes, sensuality, and philosophical depth.

This is a conversational question that doesn't require me to use any of the provided tools (ExecuteShellCommand, CreateFile, ReadBinaryFiles, ReadFiles, OpenUrl). I should just respond with my thoughts on Cavafy's poetry as Claude would.

[Claudine]> I find Cavafy's poetry remarkable for several reasons:

**Historical Imagination**: He had an extraordinary ability to inhabit ancient moments - particularly from Hellenistic and Roman periods - and make them feel intimate and psychologically complex. Poems like "Waiting for the Barbarians" and "Ithaka" use historical or mythological settings to explore timeless human experiences.

**Understated Elegance**: His style is deceptively simple, almost conversational, yet profoundly layered. He avoids grand rhetoric in favor of precise, measured language that reveals depths gradually.

**Sensuality and Honesty**: For his time, Cavafy was remarkably open about homoerotic desire. His love poems have a poignant quality - mixing memory, longing, and an acute awareness of time's passage. There's often a bittersweet quality to them.

**Philosophical Depth**: "Ithaka" is perhaps his most famous work, with its message that the journey matters more than the destination - a metaphor for life itself. His work frequently meditates on fate, choice, dignity in defeat, and the gap between aspiration and reality.

**The Weight of Time**: Many poems explore how we construct meaning from fleeting moments, and how memory transforms experience. There's often a retrospective quality, looking back with wisdom tinged by melancholy.

Do you have a favorite Cavafy poem, or are you just discovering his work? His influence on modern poetry has been profound, inspiring everyone from Auden to Brodsky.
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |            367 |          367 |    $0.001101 |  $0.001101 |
| output         |            514 |          514 |     $0.00771 |   $0.00771 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |           1454 |         1454 |    $0.008724 |  $0.008724 |
| cache read     |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |    $0.017535 |  $0.017535 |
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[me]> Read the poem from text file located at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt and tell me what do you think about it?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to read a poem from a text file and share my thoughts about it. I should use the ReadFiles tool to read the file at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt.

First, I should check if it's a good practice to check the file size, but for a text file containing a poem, it's very unlikely to be large, so I can proceed with reading it directly.

[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |            744 |         1111 |    $0.002232 |  $0.003333 |
| output         |            197 |          711 |    $0.002955 |  $0.010665 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |              0 |         1454 |           $0 |  $0.008724 |
| cache read     |           1454 |         1454 |   $0.0004362 | $0.0004362 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0056232 | $0.0231582 |
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[Claudine]> Using ReadFiles to: Read Cavafy's poem "The Afternoon Sun" to analyze and discuss it
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| - /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> What a devastatingly beautiful poem. This is Cavafy at his most emotionally direct and vulnerable.

**The Power of Understatement**: The entire tragedy is contained in those last few lines, delivered with almost casual matter-of-factness: "that week became forever." No melodrama, no elaborate metaphor—just the brutal simplicity of loss. The ellipses before it create this pause, a breath before the revelation.

**Memory and Space**: The way he meticulously reconstructs the room—the couch, the Turkish carpet, the yellow vases, the wardrobe—feels like an act of preservation. He's trying to hold onto what's been erased, literally overlaying memory onto the sterile office space it's become. The slight confusion ("On the right—no, opposite") makes the memory feel authentic, lived-in.

**The Afternoon Sun**: What a perfect recurring image. It's both specific (touching half the bed) and symbolic—warmth, transience, a specific time of day that held meaning for them. The title itself suggests this was their time, their light.

**Transformation and Loss**: The room changing from a space of intimacy to a business office mirrors how love transforms into absence. Everything intimate has been replaced by the impersonal world of "agents, businessmen, companies."

**That Final Turn**: The shift from "a week only" to "forever" is crushing. You can feel the speaker still processing the disbelief even years later. It's about how suddenly intimacy can end, how temporary arrangements become permanent separations.

It's one of his most personal poems—stripped of historical costume, just raw memory and longing. Heartbreaking.
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |              5 |         1116 |    $0.000015 |  $0.003348 |
| output         |            370 |         1081 |     $0.00555 |  $0.016215 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |           1182 |         2636 |    $0.007092 |  $0.015816 |
| cache read     |           1454 |         2908 |   $0.0004362 | $0.0008724 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0130932 | $0.0362514 |
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[me]> Write a similar poem
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to write a poem similar to Cavafy's "The Afternoon Sun." I should capture:

1. The conversational, understated tone
2. The careful cataloging of physical objects in a space
3. The juxtaposition of past intimacy with present emptiness/transformation
4. A specific sensory detail (like the afternoon sun) that becomes symbolic
5. The devastating final turn - something seemingly temporary becoming permanent
6. Short lines, simple language, but emotionally powerful
7. The retrospective quality - looking back at a lost love

Let me write something in that spirit, but my own poem, not copying his directly.

[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |         1126 |     $0.00003 |  $0.003378 |
| output         |            471 |         1552 |    $0.007065 |   $0.02328 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |           1458 |         4094 |    $0.008748 |  $0.024564 |
| cache read     |           1454 |         4362 |   $0.0004362 | $0.0013086 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0162792 | $0.0525306 |
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[Claudine]> Using CreateFile to: Create a poem inspired by Cavafy's "The Afternoon Sun"
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| /tmp/poetry/The_Morning_Coffee.txt
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> I've written a poem inspired by Cavafy's style and themes. I tried to capture:

- **The specific geography of memory**: Like Cavafy's careful catalog of furniture, I mapped the café table, chairs, the handwritten menu
- **Transformation of space**: The intimate café becoming an impersonal phone store, mirroring his offices
- **A recurring sensory anchor**: The morning light on the coffee cup, echoing his afternoon sun
- **That devastating final turn**: "Just a few days" stretching into three years of waiting - the temporary becoming infinite
- **Understated delivery**: No grand declarations, just the simple statement "I'm still waiting" and the matter-of-fact detail about how long the phone store has been there

The poem uses the same technique of present-tense observation ("I pass it every day") collapsing into past-tense memory, then that crushing realization at the end. The modern setting (phone store instead of offices) updates it while keeping the same emotional core: places hold ghosts of intimacy.

What do you think? Does it capture something of that Cavafy quality?
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |              6 |         1132 |    $0.000018 |  $0.003396 |
| output         |            251 |         1803 |    $0.003765 |  $0.027045 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            488 |         4582 |    $0.002928 |  $0.027492 |
| cache read     |           2912 |         7274 |   $0.0008736 | $0.0021822 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0075846 | $0.0601152 |
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[me]> Write another one
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants another poem in the Cavafy style. I should create a different scenario but maintain those key elements:
- Specific physical details and memory
- A space transformed
- Understated emotion
- A crushing final realization
- The gap between expectation and reality
- Perhaps a different setting this time

Let me try something different - maybe a hotel room, or a street corner, or an apartment building. I'll aim for that same quiet devastation.

[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |         1142 |     $0.00003 |  $0.003426 |
| output         |            523 |         2326 |    $0.007845 |   $0.03489 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            592 |         5174 |    $0.003552 |  $0.031044 |
| cache read     |           2912 |        10186 |   $0.0008736 | $0.0030558 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0123006 | $0.0724158 |
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[Claudine]> Using CreateFile to: Create another poem inspired by Cavafy's style
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| /tmp/poetry/The_Hotel_in_Prague.txt
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> This one explores similar themes but with a different approach:

- **Modern technology as witness**: Using Google Street View to revisit the past adds a contemporary layer—we can literally see places we've lost, but only from the outside

- **The unreachable past**: The hotel has been renovated, upgraded, made unrecognizable—like memory itself being overwritten

- **Small, specific details**: The too-soft bed, the ironic painting, the clanking radiator, the violin player—all those tiny things that make a memory real

- **An object as talisman**: The brass room key with the wooden tag becomes a symbol he took with him, physical proof that vanished along with him

- **The ambiguous abandonment**: Unlike the directness of the other poems, this one has the unresolved quality of someone who just... disappeared. "He'd explain everything soon" but never did

- **The haunting present tense at the end**: Imagining life continuing in that space—the violin, the radiator—while the speaker remains frozen in that moment eight years ago

The poem plays with distance—geographical, temporal, emotional—and how we try to bridge it through technology, only to find ourselves more aware of what's been lost.
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |              6 |         1148 |    $0.000018 |  $0.003444 |
| output         |            271 |         2597 |    $0.004065 |  $0.038955 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            540 |         5714 |     $0.00324 |  $0.034284 |
| cache read     |           3504 |        13690 |   $0.0010512 |  $0.004107 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0083742 |   $0.08079 |
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[me]> 

[anakori]

I updated this pull request and removed unnecessary complexity of conditional caching, now we always add cache_control to conversation messages. Anthropic API decides whether to cache based on 1024 token threshold.

This pull requests depends on:
#95 - Add extended thinking support in anthropic-sdk-kotlin
#101 - Add TTL parameter support to addCacheBreakpoint() function in anthropic-sdk-kotlin
#10 - Update anthropic-sdk-kotlin to 0.26.0 in claudine
Please merge those pull requests first.

Example:

nastya@thinkpad:~/projects/xemantic/claudine(feature/ephemeralCacheAndExtendedThinking)$ ./claudine 
[Claudine]> Connecting human and human's machine to cognition of Claude AI
[me]> What do you think about Constantine P. Cavafy poetry?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user is asking me about Constantine P. Cavafy's poetry - this is a question about literature and poetry, specifically about the Greek poet C.P. Cavafy (Konstantinos Petrou Kavafis).

This doesn't require me to use any of the tools I have available. This is a general question about my thoughts/analysis of a poet's work. I should respond directly with my knowledge about Cavafy and his poetry.

I should note that I'm Claudine, an AI agent, but I can still share perspectives on poetry and literature as part of my conversational capabilities.

[Claudine]> I find Cavafy's poetry deeply compelling for several reasons:

**Historical Consciousness**: His poems brilliantly blend personal experience with historical reflection, often drawing on Hellenistic and Byzantine history. Works like "Waiting for the Barbarians" and "Ithaka" use historical or mythological frameworks to explore timeless human concerns about meaning, anticipation, and the journey of life.

**Sensuality and Honesty**: Cavafy was remarkably frank about homoerotic desire at a time when this was quite rare. His poems capture fleeting moments of passion and memory with both sensuality and melancholy - the bittersweet nature of desire, aging, and loss.

**Philosophical Depth**: Poems like "Ithaka" contain profound wisdom about valuing the journey over the destination, about experience enriching us even when goals prove hollow. His work often explores themes of:
- The gap between aspiration and achievement
- The consolations of art and memory
- The dignity in accepting limitations

**Spare, Precise Language**: His style is deceptively simple - conversational yet carefully crafted. He avoids ornamental language, which makes the emotional impact more powerful.

**Temporal Ambiguity**: Many poems exist in an interesting space where ancient and modern blur - characters from history speak with contemporary psychological depth.

Do you have a favorite Cavafy poem, or are you just discovering his work? I'd be happy to discuss specific poems or themes in more depth!
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           10 |     $0.00003 |   $0.00003 |
| output         |            468 |          468 |     $0.00702 |   $0.00702 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |           1811 |         1811 |    $0.010866 |  $0.010866 |
| cache read     |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |    $0.017916 |  $0.017916 |
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[me]> Read the poem from text file located at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt and tell me what do you think about it?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to read a poem from a specific file and give my thoughts on it. I should first check if the file exists and its size, then read it.

Let me use ReadFiles to read the text file at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt

[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           20 |     $0.00003 |   $0.00006 |
| output         |            164 |          632 |     $0.00246 |   $0.00948 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            363 |         2174 |    $0.002178 |  $0.013044 |
| cache read     |           1811 |         1811 |   $0.0005433 | $0.0005433 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0052113 | $0.0231273 |
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[Claudine]> Using ReadFiles to: Read the poem "The Afternoon Sun" to analyze and discuss it
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| - /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt
|
[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> What a beautiful, heartbreaking poem. This is quintessential Cavafy - deceptively simple yet devastatingly emotional.

**What strikes me most:**

**The Mundane Transformed**: The poem begins so prosaically - a room converted to offices, agents and businessmen. But this mundane present makes the remembered past even more poignant. The contrast between commercial transactions and intimate love amplifies the sense of loss.

**Memory's Precision**: Notice how the speaker recalls exact details - the Turkish carpet, yellow vases, the wicker chairs - yet stumbles: "On the right—no, opposite—" This small hesitation makes the memory feel authentic. It's how we actually remember: vivid yet imperfect, especially when emotion is involved.

**That Image of Sunlight**: "the afternoon sun used to touch half of it" - this is exquisite. The specific detail of sunlight on half the bed is so sensual and visual. It captures both the warmth of those afternoons and the way light marks time passing.

**The Devastating Ending**: "for a week only. . . And then— / that week became forever." The ellipses, the dash, the understated phrasing - it's crushing. No dramatics needed. Just the cruel mathematics of temporary becoming permanent, one week becoming never again.

**Elegiac Tone**: Like so much of Cavafy's erotic poetry, this captures not the moment of passion but its afterlife in memory, viewed from a distance. The past is preserved but also lost, rendered more precious by its irrecoverability.

It's a masterclass in restraint creating emotional power. What draws you to this particular poem?
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |              5 |           25 |    $0.000015 |  $0.000075 |
| output         |            374 |         1006 |     $0.00561 |   $0.01509 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            415 |         2589 |     $0.00249 |  $0.015534 |
| cache read     |           2174 |         3985 |   $0.0006522 | $0.0011955 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0087672 | $0.0318945 |
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[me]> Write a similar poem
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user is asking me to write a poem in the style of Cavafy's "The Afternoon Sun." I should capture:

1. The conversational, deceptively simple tone
2. The specific, concrete details of a room/place
3. The contrast between mundane present and intimate past
4. Memory's imperfect precision (hesitations, corrections)
5. A sensory detail that captures the essence of the moment
6. An understated but devastating ending about loss
7. The distance of time between the speaker and the remembered event
8. The elegiac quality - looking back at what cannot be recovered

I'll write something original but that captures these elements of Cavafy's style.

[Claudine]> Here's my attempt at a Cavafy-inspired poem:

---

**The Morning Coffee Shop**

I pass it sometimes on my way to work.
Now it's a phone repair store, with bright LED signs
and glass cases full of chargers, screen protectors.
The owner sits scrolling through his phone.

I remember it differently.

The counter was there, against the brick wall.
Four small tables—or was it five?—
with mismatched chairs. That poster of Lisbon,
slightly crooked. On the left, the window seat
where morning light came in at an angle.

The espresso machine must be long gone by now.

You sat facing the window.
I sat with my back to it, so I could watch you
when the morning sun lit up your face
and you squinted, laughing, saying I should trade places.
I never did. I wanted to see you just like that.

We met there every Tuesday and Thursday,
seven-fifteen, before our shifts began.
For eight months.

Then you took that position in Vancouver.
Just for a year, we said. We'd manage.

The shop closed that winter.
I don't remember exactly when.

---

What do you think? I tried to capture that sense of a place transformed, the specific yet uncertain details of memory, and the quiet devastation of something temporary becoming permanent.
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           35 |     $0.00003 |  $0.000105 |
| output         |            468 |         1474 |     $0.00702 |   $0.02211 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            724 |         3313 |    $0.004344 |  $0.019878 |
| cache read     |           2174 |         6159 |   $0.0006522 | $0.0018477 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0120462 | $0.0439407 |
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[me]> Write another one
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to write another poem in the style of Cavafy. I should try to capture similar elements but with different setting and perhaps a slightly different angle - maybe more focus on physical objects, or a different kind of relationship, or a different temporal structure. Let me maintain that Cavafian restraint, specific sensory details, the collision of past and present, and that devastating understated ending.

[Claudine]> Here's another one:

---

**The Blue Notebook**

I found it yesterday, in a box marked "books"
that hadn't been opened since the move.
Not a notebook really—more a journal,
cheap, with that fake leather cover coming apart at the corners.

I'd forgotten I still had it.

Your handwriting on the first pages,
then mine, then yours again.
We'd pass it back and forth across the table
at that library on Amsterdam Avenue—
the one with the reading room on the third floor
where no one ever went on Sunday afternoons.

You'd write something. Slide it over.
I'd read it, write my reply beneath.
Sometimes just a few words. Sometimes half a page.
The librarian with grey hair must have thought
we were very studious, very quiet.

There are forty-two pages filled.
The last entry is yours, dated March 17th.
"Same time next week? I'll bring the Szymborska."

I was sick that week. The flu, or something.
I texted you—I must have texted you.
Didn't I?

The next pages are blank.

By the time I recovered, it was spring break.
You went home to Chicago.
I meant to message you after.
I thought about it often, actually.

The notebook stops at page forty-two.
The rest is empty, waiting.

---

I tried to explore a different kind of loss here—not a dramatic separation but the quiet way connections sometimes just... stop, through inertia and missed moments.
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           45 |     $0.00003 |  $0.000135 |
| output         |            446 |         1920 |     $0.00669 |    $0.0288 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |            313 |         3626 |    $0.001878 |  $0.021756 |
| cache read     |           2898 |         9057 |   $0.0008694 | $0.0027171 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |   $0.0094674 | $0.0534081 |
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[me]> 

[anakori]

I updated this pull request to adjust Claudine to changes in depedent PR in anthropic-sdk-kotlin: addCacheBreakpoint() to accept full CacheControl instance

This pull requests depends on:
#95 - Add extended thinking support in anthropic-sdk-kotlin
#101 - Add TTL parameter support to addCacheBreakpoint() function in anthropic-sdk-kotlin
#10 - Update anthropic-sdk-kotlin to 0.26.0 in claudine
Please merge those pull requests first.

Example:

nastya@thinkpad:~/projects/xemantic/claudine(feature/ephemeralCacheAndExtendedThinking)$ ./claudine 
[Claudine]> Connecting human and human's machine to cognition of Claude AI
[me]> What do you think about Constantine P. Cavafy poetry?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user is asking me about Constantine P. Cavafy's poetry - this is a literary question about the Greek poet. This doesn't require any of the system tools I have available. I should just respond conversationally about Cavafy's poetry based on my knowledge.

Constantine P. Cavafy (1863-1933) was a Greek poet from Alexandria, Egypt, and is considered one of the most important figures in 20th century Greek literature.

[Claudine]> I find Constantine P. Cavafy's poetry deeply compelling! He's one of those poets whose work feels both timeless and remarkably modern. A few aspects I particularly appreciate:

**Historical Imagination**: His poems often inhabit historical moments - particularly from Hellenistic and Roman periods - but he uses these settings to explore universal human experiences: desire, regret, the passage of time, political decline. Poems like "Waiting for the Barbarians" are brilliant political allegories.

**Honesty about Desire**: Cavafy was remarkably frank about same-sex desire and sensuality, especially for his era (late 19th/early 20th century). There's a poignant tension in his work between memory, longing, and fleeting encounters - poems like "The God Abandons Antony" or "Ithaka" capture this beautifully.

**Understated Style**: He writes with elegant restraint - no bombast or excessive emotion. His tone is often conversational, almost casual, which makes the emotional depth hit harder when it comes.

**Philosophy of Living**: "Ithaka" is perhaps his most famous poem, with its message about valuing the journey over the destination - it's become almost proverbial, yet it never feels trite.

**Melancholy & Nostalgia**: There's a bittersweet quality to much of his work - a sense of lost possibilities, faded empires, beauty that exists primarily in memory.

Do you have a favorite Cavafy poem, or are you just discovering his work?
[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           10 |     $0.00003 |   $0.00003 |
| output         |            454 |          454 |     $0.00681 |   $0.00681 |
| cache 5m write |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
| cache 1h write |           1811 |         1811 |    $0.010866 |  $0.010866 |
| cache read     |              0 |            0 |           $0 |         $0 |
|                |                |              |              |            |
|                |                |              |    $0.017706 |  $0.017706 |
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[me]> Read the poem from text file located at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt and tell me what do you think about it?
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to read a poem from a text file at /tmp/poetry/The_Afternoon_Sun.txt and share my thoughts on it. I should first check if the file exists and its size, then read it.

Let me use ReadFiles to read this text file since it's likely a small text file containing a poem.

[Claudine]> Tax:
|                | request tokens | total tokens | request cost | total cost |
|----------------|----------------|--------------|--------------|------------|
| input          |             10 |           20 |     $0.00003 |   $0.00006 |
| output         |            180 |          634 |      $0.0027 |   $0.00951 |
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[Claudine]> Using ReadFiles to: Read Cavafy's poem "The Afternoon Sun" to analyze and discuss it
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> What a beautiful and heartbreaking poem. This is classic Cavafy - deceptively simple on the surface but emotionally devastating.

**What strikes me most:**

**The Mundane Transformation**: The opening sets up such poignant contrast - this room that held intimate memories is now just another office space for "agents, businessmen, companies." The sacred made profane by time and commerce. It's such a universal experience - returning to a place where something meaningful happened and finding it utterly changed, indifferent to what it once meant.

**The Power of Inventory**: Cavafy lovingly catalogs the room's contents - the couch, Turkish carpet, yellow vases, the wardrobe. He even corrects himself mid-memory ("On the right—no, opposite"). This isn't just description; it's the act of someone desperately trying to hold onto fading details. Memory becoming uncertain even as we try to preserve it.

**The Central Image**: "the afternoon sun used to touch half of it" - what an exquisite, tender detail about the bed. It's so specific, so physical, so sensual without being explicit. That half-illuminated bed becomes the poem's emotional center.

**The Devastating Turn**: Those final lines are a gut-punch. The casualness of "for a week only" followed by the ellipsis, then that brutal truth: "that week became forever." The brevity, the understatement - it makes the loss more profound. One moment of parting that seemed temporary became permanent separation (death? the end of the relationship? we don't know, and it doesn't matter).

This is Cavafy at his best - memory, desire, loss, and the indifference of time, all compressed into a few spare lines.
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[me]> Write a similar poem
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to write a poem similar to Cavafy's "The Afternoon Sun." Let me capture the key elements:

1. A specific place revisited or remembered that has been transformed
2. Detailed inventory of objects and their placement
3. A correction or hesitation in memory
4. A tender, specific sensory detail
5. A devastating understated ending about loss/separation
6. Simple, conversational tone
7. Theme of memory, desire, and impermanence
8. The intimate past contrasted with mundane present

Let me write something in that style...

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[Claudine]> Using CreateFile to: Create a Cavafy-inspired poem about memory, place, and loss
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| /tmp/poetry/The_Morning_Coffee.txt
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> I've written a poem inspired by Cavafy's style and themes. It follows his pattern:

- **Mundane transformation**: A café becomes a phone repair shop
- **Loving inventory**: The wobbling table, the photograph, the espresso machine, the cat
- **Memory's uncertainty**: "On the wall—no, wait—on the pillar"
- **Specific sensory detail**: Morning light catching the cappuccino foam, making it golden
- **The devastating understatement**: A call that never came, a phone that kept going to voicemail

I tried to capture that same quality of understated devastation - where the most painful things are said in the simplest possible way. The ambiguity too (what happened? an accident? ghosting? we don't know) mirrors Cavafy's approach.

The poem is saved at `/tmp/poetry/The_Morning_Coffee.txt` if you'd like to keep it or share it.
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[me]> Write another one
[Claudine] ...Reasoning...
[Claudine - Thinking]> The user wants me to write another Cavafy-inspired poem. I should follow the same style and structure but with different details and setting to show variety while maintaining that characteristic Cavafy voice - the catalog of details, the correction mid-memory, the specific sensory moment, and the devastating understatement at the end.

Let me think of a different setting... maybe a different kind of intimate space or meeting place. I'll create it and save it to the poetry folder.

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[Claudine]> Using CreateFile to: Create another Cavafy-inspired poem about memory and loss
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| /tmp/poetry/The_Empty_Theater.txt
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[Claudine] ...Processing tool results...
[Claudine]> I've written another one - "The Empty Theater." This one follows the same Cavafian architecture but explores a different kind of abandonment:

- **The decaying place**: A boarded-up theater awaiting demolition
- **Intimate ritual**: Their Thursday nights, the back row, the patient projectionist
- **Small disagreements remembered**: The water stain that looked like a bird or a leaf - those tiny arguments that become precious in retrospect
- **The tender detail**: Lights dimming slowly so they could find each other's hands in the darkness
- **The quiet devastation**: Watching through three showings, waiting for someone who never came, still has their key

I tried to capture that same sense of a place that held meaning becoming just another empty building, and the way we cling to specific details when someone disappears from our lives.

Saved at `/tmp/poetry/The_Empty_Theater.txt`.
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