Maybe the best programmers aren't those who spectacularly solve crazy problems, but those who don't create them, which is much more silent.
In commemoration of the fact that France was our ally in securing independence the citizens of that nation joined with the citizens of the United States in placing in New York harbor an heroic statue representing Liberty enlightening the world. What course shall our nation pursue? Send the statue of Liberty back to France and borrow from England a statue of William the Conqueror?
So live, that when thy summons comes to joinThe innumerable caravan, which movesTo that mysterious realm, where each shall takeHis chamber in the silent halls of death,Thou go not, like the quarry-slave at night,Scourged to his dungeon, but, sustained and soothedBy an unfaltering trust, approach thy graveLike one who wraps the drapery of his couchAbout him, and lies down to pleasant dreams.
One fine day in the middle of the nightTwo dead boys got up to fightBack to back they faced each otherDrew their swords and shot each otherOne was blind and the other couldn't seeSo they chose a dummy for a referee.A blind man went to see fair playA dumb man went to shout hooray!A paralysed donkey passing byKicked the blind man in the eyeKnocked him through a nine inch wallInto a dry ditch and drowned them allA deaf policeman heard the noiseAnd came to arrest the two dead boysIf you don't believe this story
I admire people who are suited to the contemplative life. They can sit inside themselves like honey in a jar and just be. It's wonderful to have someone like that around, you always feel you can count on them. You can go away and come back, you can change your mind and your hairdo and your politics, and when you get through doing all these upsetting things, you look around and there they are, just the way they were, just being.