ROFL at Benson's cartoons.

I remember teaching myself LISP. The days upon days of agony. The headaches. The trial-and-error-and-error-and-error. Then-- the EPIPHANY! The sudden peeling of skull from brain like an onion or ogre... well, something with layers anyway. Ah, what a beautious day that was!

And not one damn person for miles to share it with.