( midnight. April 15, 2002...
a crowded internet cafe, various characters sociolize with multiple
partners. among them, Pap is drinking with SoulBabe; Crackdonkey is
making fun
of Godzilla; Nobody is trying to get attention from everyone
but no one cares about him since everybody already knows Nobody's motto
'I hate everybody thus I love Nobody'; Xerox repeats every word his
partner utters...
And now, an accountant FuBar steps unto the scene...)
FuBar: Anyone who writes recursive software should have to do recursive
tax returns...
Pap: FuBar, anyone who doesn't write recursive software obviously has a
lot of fun handling hierarchical data with his or her non-recursive
techniques. Besides, recursion is a piece of piss. The definition in the
Hacker's dictionary is:
recursion . n. See
"recursion"
( SoulBabe laughs at her partner Pap's cleverness ...)
Crackdonkey: Pap, I beg to differ. According to my cracker's dictionary,
the definition is:
recursion: Pissing match -> assholes -> pissing match
>> HOL (higher-order-logic): Pap
( Soulbabe ride with crackdonkey on a smart ass and left the cafe...
Nobody sighs...
THE END
"There very few things which we know, which are not capable of being reduc'd
to a Mathematical Reasoning; and when they cannot it's a sign our knowledge
of them is very small and confus'd; and when a Mathematical Reasoning can
be had it's as great a folly to make use of any other, as to grope for a
thing in the dark, when you have a Candle standing by you." -- John
Arbuthnot, Of the Laws of Chance, 1692.