Remember, kiddies,
that no matter where you go in life, a poet has been there before you. I feel that the last verse of ‘Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening’ by Robert Frost adequately sums up my current feelings on my final year project, which is due in a week on Tuesday:
The woods are lovely, dark and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.
More Frost:
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
This is about source code. The maze of potential designs- which one should you choose? There IS one out there that is optimal, perfect, wondrously elegant. But you have no way in hell of knowing which one it is.
