QA Hates You

Any kiddie in school can love like a fool,
but Hating, my boy, is an Art.

-Ogden Nash, “A Plea for Less Malice Toward None”

It sure sounds as though she’s worked on a timeline or two:

The Days that we can spare
Are those a Function die
Or Friend or Nature — stranded then
In our Economy

Our Estimates a Scheme —
Our Ultimates a Sham —
We let go all of Time without
Arithmetic of him —

Here is the ultimatum of our camp: what can be smashed, must be smashed; whatever survives a blow has value, whatever flies to smithereens is rubbish; in any case, smash right and left, it will and can do no harm.

Dmitry I. Pisarev