Sunday, 20 March 2011

Eliot on projects without Continuous Integration

What are the roots that clutch, what branches grow
Out of this stony rubbish? Son of man,
You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water.

- T. S. Eliot, The Waste Land

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