I get a little bit wistful when I see people bouncing off of exotic languages. Where's the delight in a chance to discover something new, and the excitement of a new thing to wrap one's mind around? It makes me wonder if some magic has been lost, or isn't being passed along like it should be.
I get a little bit wistful when I see people bouncing off of exotic languages. Where's the delight in a chance to discover something new, and the excitement of a new thing to wrap one's mind around? It makes me wonder if some magic has been lost, or isn't being passed along like it should be.