Tuesday, October 5, 2010

A beautiful memory. (Also, shifting arrays in place.)

Here is a wonderful epithet for a deceased coder, written as a description of efficient array-shifting.

In case this is ever deleted, here is the quote from Shakespeare, sonnet LX:
Like as the waves make towards the pebbled shore,
So do our minutes hasten to their end,
Each changing place with that which goes before
In sequent toil all forwards do contend.

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