This little star is furnished with good spirits,
Whose mortal lives were busied to that end,
That honour and renown might wait on them:
And, when desires thus err in their intention,
True love must needs ascend with slacker beam.
But it is part of our delight, to measure
Our wages with the merit; and admire
The close proportion. Hence doth heavenly justice
Temper so evenly affection in us,
It ne’er can wrap to any wrongfulness.
Of diverse voices is sweet music made:
So in our life the different degress
Render sweet harmony among these wheels.
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Twitter Noise
If Twitter says so, it must be true?
Valentine’s Card of the Day
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libpeak: Improving Linked List Performance (2)
So part two of this series actually focuses on the use of macros, arguing about the perceived good and bad style and why it matters, before we get back on track with linked list performance… :)
Macros have long been the bane of C programming: they are stiff, hard to maintain, hard to read and so on. Well, I found that most issues are not directly related to macros. It seems that the matter is rather trivial: macros are a different world for most C programmers and many have never worked with them. Instead, let’s focus on a couple of benefits that macros can offer.
About Relationships
- Talk frequently and honestly to each other—about your frustrations, about sex, about anger, about disappointment, about your appreciation of each other, about the meaning of life, about everything.
- Strive to work together to solve anything that comes up — be a team, a partnership. Don’t get stuck on who’s right or wrong. Focus on what will solve the problem.
- Keep your connection going through communication, sex, affection, understanding and concern for each other.
About Running
“Now! Now!” cried the Queen. “Faster! Faster!” And they went so fast that they seemed to skim through the air, hardly touching the ground with their feet, till suddenly, just as Alice was getting quite exhausted, they stopped, and she found herself sitting on the ground breathless and giddy.
The Queen propped her up against a tree, and said kindly, “You may rest a little, now.”
Alice looked round her in great surprise. “Why, I do believe we’ve been under this tree the whole time! Everything’s just as it was!”
“Of course it is,” said the Queen. “What would you have it?”
“Well, in our country,” said Alice, still panting a little, “you’d generally get to somewhere else–if you ran very fast for a long time as we’ve been doing.”
“A slow sort of country!” said the Queen. “Now, here, you see, it takes all the running you can do, to keep in the same place. If you want to go somewhere else, you must run at least twice as fast as that.”
About Directions
All this time the Guard was looking at her, first through a telescope, then through a microscope, and then through an opera glass. At last he said “You’re traveling the wrong way,” and shut up the window, and went away.
Lewis Carroll — Through the Looking-Glass