One day, Frau Catch asked Go Tu:
- Teacher! How carefully should a programmer seeking enlightenment work on his code?
Master Go Tu thoughtfully took a sip of tea and went to the refrigerator for a lemon. Taking out a fresh lemon, he put it on a saucer and otbromsal the very edge of the lemon coccyx. Then the master cut a thin yellow slice and put it in his hot, fragrant tea from a bag. Tea from the master has always turned out fragrant, even if only Lipton remained in the office.
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“We will all die, ” Master Gow Tou finally answered his apprentice.
Fraw Catch choked on tea.
The master slowly sipped a boiling drink, Fraw Catch was silent in bewilderment. Cakes ended yesterday. The master's cup was half empty, and only then teacher Gou Tu told the appropriate koan.
“One perfect -wise
programmer, ” the master began slowly,
“once I realized that someday he would die.” Therefore, he stopped using the Hungarian notation and smart pointers; he checked the code for memory leaks, only if all two gigabytes of RAM flew in twenty minutes; and even indents he set as haphazardly. Then this programmer really died.
After a pause, the master threw a second semi-transparent lemon half circle into his cup.
- Another perfect programmer also once realized that someday he would die. Therefore, he became unusually attentive and careful; he checked interfaces for a long time; its code did not need comments; all his defains had long, intuitive names; colleagues grieved if they had to replace his function with someone else.
- And what happened to him? - could not stand Fraw Catch.
- He died too.
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