It pains me greatly to read the reddit comments and learn that people are interpreting the stackoverflow.com mission statement as a repudiation of programming books. As ambivalent as I am about the current programming book market, I love programming books! This very blog was founded on the concept of my recommended developer reading list. Many of my blog posts are my feeble attempts to explain key concepts outlined long ago in classic programming books.
How to reconcile this seemingly contradictory statement, the love and hate dynamic? You see, there are programming books, and there are programming books.The best programming books are timeless. They transcend choice of language, IDE, or platform. They do not explain how, but why. If you feel compelled to clean house on your bookshelf every five years, trust me on this, you're buying the wrong programming books.
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She looked at me, her hand on the table, her glass raised. "Don't looklike that," she said. "Told him I was in love with you. True, too. Don'tlook like that. He was damn nice about it. Wants to drive us out todinner to-morrow night. Like to go?"
"Breeding be damned. Who has any breeding, anyway, except the bulls?Aren't the bulls lovely? Don't you like them, Bill? Why don't you saysomething, Robert? Don't sit there looking like a bloody funeral. Whatif Brett did sleep with you? She's slept with lots of better people thanyou."
Back in the hotel, the night watchman was sitting on a bench inside thedoor. He had been there all night and was very sleepy. He stood up as Icame in. Three of the waitresses came in at the same time. They had beento the morning show at the bull-ring. They went up-stairs laughing. Ifollowed them up-stairs and went into my room. I took off my shoes andlay down on the bed. The window was open onto the balcony and thesunlight was bright in the room. I did not feel sleepy. It must havebeen half past three o'clock when I had gone to bed and the bands hadwaked me at six. My jaw was sore on both sides. I felt it with my thumband fingers. That damn Cohn. He should have hit somebody the first timehe was insulted, and then gone away. He was so sure that Brett lovedhim. He was going to stay, and true love would conquer all. Some oneknocked on the door.
The bull was squared on all four feet to be killed, and Romero killeddirectly below us. He killed not as he had been forced to by the lastbull, but as he wanted to. He profiled directly in front of the bull,drew the sword out of the folds of the muleta and sighted along theblade. The bull watched him. Romero spoke to the bull and tapped one ofhis feet. The bull charged and Romero waited for the charge, the muletaheld low, sighting along the blade, his feet firm. Then without taking astep forward, he became one with the bull, the sword was in high betweenthe shoulders, the bull had followed the low-swung flannel, thatdisappeared as Romero lurched clear to the left, and it was over. Thebull tried to go forward, his legs commenced to settle, he swung fromside to side, hesitated, then went down on his knees, and Romero's olderbrother leaned forward behind him and drove a short knife into thebull's neck at the base of the horns. The first time he missed. He drovethe knife in again, and the bull went over, twitching and rigid.Romero's brother, holding the bull's horn in one hand, the knife in theother, looked up at the President's box. Handkerchiefs were waving allover the bull-ring. The President looked down from the box and waved hishandkerchief. The brother cut the notched black ear from the dead bulland trotted over with it to Romero. The bull lay heavy and black on thesand, his tongue out. Boys were running toward him from all parts of thearena, making a little circle around him. They were starting to dancearound the bull.
The Shit from Sevenoaks? Michael Hollington (bio) Julia Parry. The Shadowy Third: Love, Letters and Elizabeth Bowen. Duckworth, 2021. Pp. ix + 374. 16.99. ISBN 978-0715653579 (hb). The reader may well ask, from its title: what on earth is a review essay on a book about Elizabeth Bowen doing in a venerable scholarly journal devoted to Dickens Studies? The answer is an instructive one, pointing to a basic commercial reality that is as apparent now as it was in the late 1930s, when Elizabeth Bowen and Humphry House planned to co-edit a collection of essays on Dickens, including one by Virginia Woolf: that titles with names like Bowen and Woolf in them, especially in connection with "love," tend to sell more books than do those that might simply name the author of The Dickens World and/or his wife, the significant initial begetters of the monumental Pilgrim Edition of Dickens's letters. 2ff7e9595c
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