| “ | The programmer, like the poet, works only slightly removed from pure thought-stuff.” —Fredrick Brooks
| | “ | The poet's eye, in a fine frenzy rolling, / Doth glance from heaven to earth, from earth to heaven; / And, as imagination bodies forth / The forms of things unknown, the poet's pen / Turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing / A local habitation and a name.” —William Shakespeare |
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