In tribute to Robert Frost's Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
Trying to Compile from a Buggy Codebase
Whose errored code this is, I know:
We fired him three years ago.
But still his bug-filled code is here,
And makes the server run so slow.
My chest starts to constrict with fear,
And my eyes begin to tear—
And my knees will even shake!—
With each bug report I hear.
Why do I permit this ache,
This long-gone other man's mistake,
To cause me now to moan and weep?
'Cause ev'ry night the thing will break!
Each change I make breaks something deep.
But I have unit tests to keep
Me sane these days before I sleep,
Yes, sane these days before I sleep.
"The true criterion of the practical, therefore, is not whether the latter can keep intact the wrong or foolish; rather is it whether the scheme has vitality enough to leave the stagnant waters of the old, and build, as well as sustain, new life." -- Emma Goldman
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That's crazy, Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening is actually my favorite poem.
Yeah, it's among my favorites, too. I don't think I really did it justice with this one, but them's the breaks.
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