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data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-76.txt

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+Date: 2013-01-12
+Title: Myong's Cat
+Number: 76
+Names: Myong, Clan of Iron Bones
+Topics: UNIX, shell script, command line
+Geekiness: 3
+Illus.0.par: 2
+Illus.0.src: cat.jpg
+Illus.0.title: The keyboards are okay, but we can't find any of the mice.
+
+Unix master [[Myong]] was told of a stray cat that had taken
+up residence in the operations hall, sleeping in the server
+cabinets and napping atop the ancient CRTs for warmth.  The
+situation had grown objectionable when the creature began
+using a crate of spare cables as a litterbox.
+
+Myong captured the cat and placed it on a table before six
+monks of the [[Clan of Iron Bones]], saying, "If each of you can
+speak a command line which performs the same function as
+<tt>cat</tt>, I will spare this animal.  If not, I will kill it."
+
+The first monk quickly said, “<tt>cat</tt>”.
+
+The second said, “<tt>grep ^</tt>”.
+
+The third said, “<tt>sed s/^&#47;/</tt>”.
+
+The fourth said, “<tt>tr x x &lt;</tt>”.
+
+The fifth said, “<tt>perl -pe 0</tt>”.
+
+The sixth wracked his brains for a full minute, then hung
+his head in shame.
+
+Myong held the cat gently by the scruff of its neck and raised
+his knife, whereupon the sixth monk barked like a dog as
+loud as he could.  The cat shot out of the master's grip in terror
+and disappeared down the hallway.
+
+Myong glared at the sixth monk.
+
+"Same function," said the sixth monk calmly.
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-77.txt

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+Date: 2013-01-19
+Number: 77
+Title: The Upside-Down Abbey
+Topics: testing, error handling, morale, planning, process, management
+Names: Yishi-Shing, Clan of Iron Bones
+Geekiness: 0
+Credits: Some textures in illustrations courtesy of <a href="http://fantasystock.deviantart.com">FantasyStock</a>.
+Illus.0.par: last
+Illus.0.src: skater.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Roller-sandals are actually kind of fun when you're speeding down long hallways.  Going down a flight of stairs, not so much.
+Illus.0.align: center
+
+One mid-winter morning, when user logins had slowed to an
+icy trickle and the mountain was peaceful beneath
+its blanket of snow, host master [[Yishi-Shing]] left his
+servers in the care of ten capable monks and set out to
+inspect the state of a distant abbey.
+
+Arriving, he found an unexpected whirlwind of activity.
+Serious defects plagued the abbey's software.  User activity
+caused minor errors throughout the
+database; these errors were compounded by subsequent user
+actions, ultimately spreading the corruption to
+highly-sensitive tables.  Monks were poring over log files,
+running emergency data repair scripts, arguing at
+whiteboards, hammering away at workstations.  Desperate
+patches were released at a frantic pace, resulting in
+further disasters.
+
+"What of testing?" asked Yishi-Shing.
+
+"No time! No people! No money!" said the abbot, who
+tightened the straps on his rollerskates and took
+off down the hall in response to the ringing of another
+alarm-bell.
+
+Yishi-Shing returned to his own temple, lost in thought.
+
+"How fares the abbey?" asked the monks of the
+[[Clan of Iron Bones]].
+
+"I saw no abbey," said Yishi-Shing.  "Only a field of cold
+hard earth where monks dig furrows with their fingernails,
+while oxen march behind and goad them on with plow-blades."
+
+"Are the servers in order, at least?" asked one of the
+monks.
+
+Said Yishi-Shing: "Not servers; masters."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-78.txt

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+Date: 2013-01-20
+Number: 78
+Topics: morale, reuse, joy-hacking
+Names: Djishin, Banzen, One Shoe Clan, Laughing Monkey Clan
+Geekiness: 1
+Title: Crashing the Third Gate
+Illus.0.par: last
+Illus.0.src: error-stack.jpg
+Illus.0.align: center
+Illus.0.title: Well, I *was* going to ask why you cut that hole in the roof...
+
+The young monk [[Djishin]] of the [[Laughing Monkey Clan]]
+was said to prefer coding to eating or sleeping.
+But while his output was prodigious, much of it was
+unwelcome: he ignored third-party libraries and frameworks,
+preferring to develop his own inferior substitutes.
+Despite repeated attempts
+at correction, Djishin continued to implement things that
+did not need implementing, and often to do so poorly.
+
+Master [[Banzen]], suspecting that he understood the boy's
+<a href="/case/68">unquenchable zeal,</a> sent for him.
+
+"What are the Five Gates of Implementation?" asked Banzen.
+
+Djishin repeated dutifully:
+
+        "That the Temple is in need; //
+        that the need is best met by code; //
+        that the code does not yet exist; //
+        that the existence may be achieved with reasonable effort; //
+        that the effort is best expended now and by myself."
+
+Banzen began to lecture the monk on the importance of the
+Third Gate.  "Master," protested Djishin, "I do not
+doubt that there are fine blades in the marketplace,
+but many are heavy to wield and hard to master.
+My boning-knife may be small and dull, but it has served me well.
+
+That evening, Banzen re-assigned Djishin to the
+[[One Shoe Clan]] and gave him a double workload of coding tasks,
+none of which were critical to the Temple's activities.  And
+since the One Shoe Clan did not merit their own hall,
+Djishin was relocated to a sunless broom-closet far removed
+from the daily bustle of Temple life.
+
+Master Suku, who was fond of the monk, petitioned Banzen for
+leniency.  Banzen dismissed her with a wave of his hand.
+
+"I did not correct the monk; I corrected the temple," said Banzen.
+"Djishin only wishes to sharpen his knife.
+The temple gave him chickens to gut and carve.
+I have given him a whetstone."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-79.txt

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+Date: 2013-02-03
+Number: 79
+Title: Cave Canem
+Names: Qi, Bawan, Suku, Banzen, One Shoe Clan
+Topics: authority, sample code
+Geekiness: 1
+Credits: The subject of this case was requested by Shere Chamness, in the very words spoken by the nun. :-)
+Illus.0.src: dogbook.jpg
+Illus.0.title: Most of my books are a little dog-eared.
+Illus.0.par: 3
+
+
+A certain nun of the [[One Shoe Clan]] had run afoul of some
+sample code in a PHP tutorial.  The sample contained
+error-handling code which was not intended for actual
+production use, yet this was not clear from the text.  The
+nun copied the code dutifully, and disaster was the result.
+
+When the crisis had passed, the nun found the old scribe
+[[Qi]] writing in the Temple's great journal.
+She bowed.  "Say something of instruction books that teach
+bad practices."
+
+Said the scribe, "I will petition the masters on this subject."
+
+- - -
+
+The scribe brought the nun's request to master
+[[Suku]], who demanded readable code from all in her charge.
+
+Suku said: "Books are faithful hounds, doing only as their
+authors have raised them.  Some were doted upon, and
+some sorely neglected.  If the Temple has been bitten, the
+fault lies with the one who reared the animal.  His
+writings should be cast upon the midden-heap."
+
+- - -
+
+The scribe brought the nun's request to master [[Bawan]], who
+reverently stroked the binder of his ANSI C Handbook.
+
+Bawan said: "Books are sleeping dogs, incapable of mischief on
+their own.  Some are tame and some rabid, so all are
+best awoken with caution.  If the Temple has been
+bitten, the fault lies with the one who disturbed the
+animal.  The nun should be punished."
+
+- - -
+
+The scribe brought the nun's request to the unhappy
+master [[Banzen]], who sought perfection in all things
+and seldom found it.
+
+Banzen said: "Books are wild mongrels, taking part of their
+nature from the writer and part from the reader.  If the
+Temple has been bitten, the fault lies chiefly with the
+animal's teeth.  The only correction required is one
+done with ink."
+
+- - -
+
+<div style="font-style:italic">
+
+The old scribe returned to the nun, and placed his great
+journal in her hands.  "I have investigated the issue of
+instruction books."
+
+The nun found the most recent case, which appeared to be
+unfinished.  "I see the testimonies of three masters," she
+said, "yet all are in contradiction.  What will
+you write in conclusion?"
+
+The scribe barked three times and went out.
+
+</div>

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-8.txt

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+Date: 2010-11-10
+Title: Reduce, Reuse, Recycle
+Number: 8
+Topics: philosophy
+Geekiness: 0
+
+A novice asked the great master: "What is the Way?"
+
+The master replied, "Writing code is the Way."
+
+The novice then asked, "What is not the Way?"
+
+The master replied, "Writing code is not the Way."
+
+The novice said, "Then the writing of code is all things."
+
+The master replied, "And the not-writing of code also."
+
+The novice asked, "At the present moment, are we writing
+code, or not writing code?"
+
+The master replied, "We are the code."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-80.txt

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+Date: 2013-02-06
+Number: 80
+Title: A Breed Apart
+Skip: 0
+Geekiness: 0
+Names: Bawan, Temple of the Morning Brass Gong
+Topics: morale, management, geek culture
+Illus.0.src: breed-teaser.jpg
+Illus.1.src: breed.jpg
+Illus.1.par: last
+Illus.1.align: center
+Illus.1.title: He also ate crunchy snack food practically every damned hour of the workday.  He had it coming.
+
+Java master [[Bawan]] and a young monk in his charge were
+walking down a road, when they came upon an emissary of the
+Emperor.
+
+After the usual greetings were exchanged, the emissary
+turned to Bawan and with disdain asked, "Why does your monk
+not groom himself according to the imperial edicts of
+professional attire?  His face is unshaven, his footwear
+unforgiveably gaudy, and his robes are made of cheap
+cotton with a humorous slogan adorning the back.  This is
+disrespectful to you in the extreme!  Why do you tolerate
+it?"
+
+In a haughty voice, Bawan replied, "This is not some lowly
+bead-pusher employed by a counting house, nor some tenth
+rank scribe in the Grand Bureaucracy!  /This/ is a monk of
+the [[Temple of the Morning Brass Gong]], who practices the
+glorious arts of Java, C, and PHP; of Python and Perl;
+Bourne shell and Korn shell; SQL, JPL, XML, CSS3 and
+Javascript too.  He can -- with the merest flickering of his
+fingers on a keyboard -- summon entire websites into
+existence, wherein horses and armor befitting the Emperor's
+most august regiments may be purchased with two-day shipping
+guaranteed.  He has demonstrated proficiency in both
+debugging and re-bugging: the yin and yang around which all blessed
+commerce revolves!  He and his fellows /cannot/ and /will not/
+be held to our generation's trivial ideals of personal
+hygiene.  The monks of his Temple are a breed apart!"
+
+Thus chastened, the emissary bowed coldly and continued on his way.
+
+When the fellow was out of earshot, the young monk smirked at
+Bawan, saying, "That emissary was most assuredly an idiot, to
+need such things explained to him in this day and age."
+
+Bawan cast an eye over the monk's stubbled cheek and
+irreverent garments.  Without warning the master swung his
+staff hard into the back of the monk's skull, killing him on the spot.
+
+"I, too, am a breed apart," said Bawan thoughtfully.
+
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-81.txt

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+Date: 2013-02-15
+Number: 81
+Title: Bubble Sort
+Names: Bawan
+Topics: sorting, requirements
+Geekiness: 1
+Illus.0.src: can.jpg
+Illus.0.title: AutoIncrement's primary ingredients are caffeine and electricity.  When you need to come down, try AutoDecrement: it's basically just chamomile and quaaludes.
+
+Walking the halls of his abbey late at night, master
+[[Bawan]] came upon a monk in distress.  A morning deadline
+was fast approaching, and after three all-nighters the exhausted
+monk had dropped his only remaining coins into the soda machine without
+first noticing the paper sign taped to it.  The sign read
+<span style="white-space:nowrap"><tt>OUT</tt> <tt>OF</tt> <tt>ORDER</tt></span>
+in large red
+capitals.
+
+"Can you fix it?" asked the monk, who knew of Bawan's skill
+with primitive machines.
+
+Bawan studied the machine for a moment, then crossed out the letters
+of the sign and under them wrote <tt>DEFOOORRTU</tt>.
+Immediately a soda can dropped into the chute.
+
+Satisfied, Bawan continued on his way.
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-82.txt

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+Date: 2013-02-24
+Number: 82
+Title: Jinyu's Tack
+Names: Jinyu
+Topics: interviews, design, design patterns, potential, UML, class diagrams
+Geekiness: 2
+
+Whenever a new applicant arrived at the Temple hoping to fill
+some recently-vacated position, {{1}} Old Madame [[Jinyu]] -- the
+Abbess Over All Clans And Concerns -- was respectfully invited
+to attend the interview.
+
+Masters and senior monks would begin with the customary
+questions, such as "What frameworks have you used?"
+and "How many years' experience do you have with each?" {{2}}
+The questions would grow increasingly technical, and old
+Jinyu would appear to nod off in her corner.  Eventually,
+though, her beady eyes would snap open, sharp and clear as a raven's;
+then she would point to the whiteboard with her cane and say:
+
+"The Imperial Army wishes to catalog its many weapons.  It
+recognizes four types: the staff, the spear, the sword, and
+the knife.  Each has a length, which may vary from weapon to
+weapon.  Each has a weight, which is calculated from
+the length according to the weapon's type.  In all respects,
+a knife is merely a sword whose length is exactly two
+/chi/.  Now: show me the classes you would create!"
+
+Then, arms folded, she would sit back and observe.
+Sometimes she would leave the room after the class diagram
+had been drawn; sometimes she would stay and alter the
+problem, observing the changes made in response.
+
+This puzzled the younger monks, who would ask her timidly:
+"Why do you not read the many résumé pages supplied, or
+inquire about the candidate's proficiency in our chosen
+technologies?"
+
+Jinyu would then thwock them with her cane and reply: "Many
+good hammers may be found in the stalls of the marketplace,
+and many bad ones as well.  When autumn blows the shingles from
+the temple roof, I do not care whether a tool once
+belonged to the Emperor's most celebrated roof-builder,
+if it cannot drive my little tack straight and true."
+
+
+{{1}} It may surprise you to learn that positions were usually vacated <i>peacefully and voluntarily</i> by their occupiers -- provided that you regard honorable suicide as an extremely formal method of resignation.
+{{2}} Questions such as "What is your blood type?" and "How would you rate your tolerance for physical pain?" were usually handled by Human Resources.
+
+

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+Date: 2013-03-03
+Number: 83
+Title: Consequences
+Names: Jinyu
+Topics: interviews, design, potential, UML, class diagrams, inheritance, single inheritance, multiple inheritance, failure
+Geekiness: 2
+
+A senior monk had applied for admittance into the temple.
+The Abbess [[Jinyu]] was called in to investigate the man.
+
+"I will dictate a domain," she said, gesturing at the
+whiteboard with her cane. "You will model an
+implementation in Java."
+
+The monk bowed and uncapped a green marker.
+
+"All soldiers of the Imperial Army must know their rank,"
+began the abbess.  "The Emperor may order a soldier to fight
+to the death, and no one but a soldier can be told to do
+this..."
+
+The monk bowed and drew a rectangle, inscribed with
+instance variables and methods as was his custom.
+
+"Some soldiers are archers," continued the abbess, "each of whom
+must know the number of arrows in their possession.  The
+Emperor may order an archer to shoot a distant foe, and no one
+but an archer can be told to do this..."
+
+The monk bowed and drew a second rectangle, joined to the
+first.
+
+"Some soldiers are horsemen," continued the abbess, "each of whom
+must know the horse they have been assigned.  The Emperor
+may order a horseman to trample the enemies in his path, and no one
+but a horseman can be told to do this..."
+
+The monk bowed and drew a third rectangle, similar to the
+second.
+
+"Finally," concluded the abbess, "Some soldiers belong to
+the Flying Rain of Fire, a cadre whose members are both
+archers and horsemen in every respect.  The Emperor may
+order his Flying Rain to lead the charge, and no one but the
+Flying Rain has this privilege."
+
+The monk hesitated.  For a full minute he did nothing but
+frown at the whiteboard; all present could sense the
+fierce calculations taking place behind the monk's calm
+visage.
+
+A nun of the temple whispered to Jinyu: "This problem has
+several solutions, but I dislike all of them."
+
+"Therein lies its value," whispered the abbess in reply.
+"For we are all of us doomed in this profession: our designs
+may aspire to celestial purity, yet all requirements are
+born in the muck of a pig-sty. {{*}} I trust that this monk
+can succeed when the stars align in his favor, but when they
+do not, how will he choose to fail?  By cowardly surrender?
+By costly victory?  By erroneous compromise?  For it is not
+he alone but the temple that must bear the consequences."
+
+{{*}} In Jinyu's parlance, the "pig-sty" usually meant "the world outside the temple walls," or sometimes, "my youngest son's bedroom."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-84.txt

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+Date: 2013-03-10
+Number: 84
+Title: What It Says On The Tin
+Names: Wangohan, Suku, Landhwa
+Geekiness: 2
+Topics: naming, refactoring
+
+[[Wangohan]], a monk in [[Suku]]'s charge, had struggled
+for two miserable days to divine the cause of a bug.  On the
+third day, as he stepped slowly through his own source code,
+Wangohan was illuminated.
+
+With anger in his breast and a code listing in his hand,
+Wangohan entered the cubicle of a monk named [[Landhwa]].
+Wangohan slammed the pages down on Landhwa's desk and jabbed
+his finger at a variable circled in red.
+
+"There is a variable in this method named
+<tt>completedOrders</tt>," fumed Wangohan.  "It was meant to
+hold orders whose status is <tt>COMPLETED</tt>: this should
+be evident from the name alone.  Why, then, did you add
+<tt>FAILED</tt> orders to it on this line?  I had no way of
+knowing that the variable's purpose had changed.
+My latest enhancements have all been in error!"
+
+Landhwa yawned and sprinkled some cinnamon on his /hotteok./
+"Creating a separate variable would have complicated my task.
+And changing the name of the existing variable was not necessary
+since it still holds completed orders -- for the most part."
+
+Wangohan bowed coldly and went out.
+
+- - -
+
+Later that week, master Suku summoned Wangohan to her chamber.
+
+"The monk Landhwa has been taken ill," she explained with
+one eyebrow raised.  "Stomach cramps of a most unpleasant
+nature.  The cause is unknown, but Landhwa whispered your
+name weakly before his last dash to the lavatory."
+
+Wangohan spread his palms wide.  "I have no idea what ails
+the monk.  But in his pantry there is a jar labelled
+'cinnamon' which I have recently been using to store my own
+blend of that spice.  If he has tasted it, please assure
+him that it is only cinnamon -- for the most part."
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-85.txt

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+Number: 85
+Date: 2013-03-17
+Title: Suku's Golden Mean
+Alt-title: Fuzzy logic
+Geekiness: 3
+Names: Suku, Kaimu
+Topics: compromise, teamwork, complexity, management
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.par: 4
+Illus.0.src: phi.jpg
+Illus.0.alt: Φ
+Illus.0.align: center
+Illus.0.style: margin-left: 20%;
+Illus.0.title: Suku used to hang out in university bars and bet the mathematicians that she could add zero to one and get a result strictly between one and two.  But then she found it was easier to just wait until they were drunk and steal their wallets.
+
+
+
+Two monks approached master [[Suku]] to settle a dispute.
+
+The first monk said, "I have proposed a truly elegant
+design, but this monk says it is too complex and cannot be
+maintained."
+
+The second monk said, "I have proposed a truly simple
+design, but this monk says it is too limited and
+will not be useful."
+
+Suku turned to her whiteboard and drew a large /phi/, thusly:
+
+
+
+
+
+The first monk said, "I do not understand."
+
+The second monk said, "Nor do I."
+
+Suku replied, "You argue in booleans; in zeros and
+ones.  Come back when you have learned floating point."
+
+
+== Qi's commentary
+
+[[Kaimu]] holds court over novices and masters, but they send
+the real fools to Suku.
+[[#24|Kaimu's <i>null</i>]] can un-ask a bad question,
+but Suku's /phi/ will undo two bad answers.
+
+== Qi's poem
+
+Kaimu has his /null/. //
+Suku prefers her golden mean. //
+The first commands reconsideration -- //
+the second, compromise.
+
+
+

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-86.txt

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+Number: 86
+Date: 2013-03-24
+Title: Liberation
+Geekiness: 1
+Names: Banzen
+Topics: management, code reviews, mentoring
+Skip: 0
+
+Master [[Banzen]] was investigating the novices of a distant
+abbey.  Their designs and implementations caused him much disquiet.
+
+"Who reviews your code?" asked Banzen.
+
+"Our masters have us review each other's code," explained one
+of the novices.  "This leaves them free for more important duties."
+
+"Indeed," said Banzen.  He hurled his staff hard across the
+room to the abbey's fusebox, which burst apart in a shower of sparks.
+All the screens went dark.
+
+Banzen retrieved his staff, saying: "Now their electrons are
+free as well."

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+Number: 87
+Date: 2013-03-31
+Title: The Concubine's Fog
+Geekiness: 3
+Names: Banzen
+Topics: security, hardening, web interfaces
+Skip: 0
+
+Master [[Banzen]] was investigating the monks of the
+[[Spider Clan]] in a distant abbey.  After examining the
+source code of their most critical web application,
+Banzen summoned the head abbot.
+
+"Explain," said Banzen, pointing to a screen where the
+application was running.
+
+The master's finger rested upon a small form which had been
+grayed out.  Its text fields could not be typed in; its
+buttons could not be pressed.
+
+"That form delivers information of a most sensitive nature,"
+said the abbot.  "If the user lacks sufficient authorization,
+the form is disabled and appears thus: pallid and faint."
+
+Banzen stroked his wispy beard.  "By the governor's decree,
+the House of Concubines is shrouded in fog."
+
+Banzen then called up the page's HTML source.  Studying it
+briefly, he composed a URL in the location bar and hit
+Enter.  The forbidden information appeared on the screen.
+
+The head abbot's face turned an ashen hue.
+
+Said Banzen, "Fog makes an excellent curtain, but a poor wall."

data/data/the-codeless-code/en-qi/case-88.txt

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+Number: 88
+Date: 2013-04-07
+Title: Suku's Adviser
+Geekiness: 1
+Names: Suku, Wangohan, Spider Clan, Zjing's Bridge
+Topics: refactoring, rethinking, stubbornness
+Credits: The idea for this case was suggested by Ryan Freebern.
+Skip: 0
+Illus.0.src: lantern.jpg
+Illus.0.par: last
+Illus.0.align: center
+#Illus.1.src: lantern-smoke.jpg
+#Illus.1.par: 3
+
+The [[Spider Clan]]'s chief abbot had entrusted their newest
+application to the monk [[Wangohan]], allowing him to
+develop it as he so desired.  At the end of the first month,
+master [[Suku]] was called in to review the monk's progress.
+
+"You have chosen a web framework which has never been used
+at the Temple," Suku observed.  "I cannot say whether you
+are employing it well or poorly, but your code twists and
+wriggles around the API like a snake among the brambles."
+
+"I had read many encouraging reviews of this
+framework," explained the monk.  "All were promises written
+upon the morning wind.  Now this snake has lost
+his way."
+
+"Nostrils in the cold underbrush; tail still warm in
+sunlight," said Suku.
+
+Wangohan shook his head.  "I have come too far to
+turn back now.  What advice can you give for the journey
+forward?"
+
+"None at this time," said Suku.  "But at midnight tonight,
+take up a lantern and follow the path that crosses
+[[Zjing]]'s Bridge.  I will send an adviser to wait for you on
+the other side."
+
+When the appointed hour had arrived, Wangohan stole away
+from the abbey and started across the long, swaying bridge
+that spanned the chasm.  He had just reached its
+midpoint when the planks of the far end burst into flame.
+Fire shot down the ropes toward the terrified monk; half the
+bridge was now ablaze.  In the terrible light, master Suku
+could now be seen on the far end, extinguishing her lantern
+and walking away.
+
+Backing away from the inferno, Wangohan was enlightened.
+
+
+
+
+