11-08-2014, 02:09 PM
> I was only nine years old
> I loved Knuth so much
> I owned all the textbooks and lectures
> I pray to Knuth every night
> thanking him for the life I have been given
> "Knuth is love", I say, "Knuth is life"
> My dad hears me and calls me a Nerd
> He is obviously jealous of my devotion to Knuth
> I call him a troglodyte
> He slaps me and sends me to my room
> I am crying now, because my face hurts
> I go into my bed
> it is very cold
> I feel a warmth moving towards me
> I feel something touch me
> It's Knuth!
> I am so happy
> he whispers into my ear "This is my brain..."
> He grabs me with his old wrinkly hands and puts me in a chair
> I'm ready
> I open my brain for Knuth
> He penetrates my brain
> It's so overwhelming
> but I do it for Knuth
> I can feel my neurons tearing as my eyes start to water
> I try to understand
> I want to please Knuth
> He ends a mighty lecture as he fills my brain with his knowledge
> My dad walks in
> Knuth looks him deep in the eyes and says
> "It's all algorithms now..."
> Knuth leaves through my window
> Knuth is love..
> Knuth... is life...
