English text
"Technique?" said the programmer turning from his terminal, "What I follow is Tao -- beyond all technique! When I first began to program I would see before me the whole problem in one mass. After three years I no longer saw this mass. Instead, I used subroutines. But now I see nothing. My whole being exists in a formless void. My senses are idle. My spirit, free to work without plan, follows its own instinct. In short, my program writes itself. True, sometimes there are difficult problems. I see them coming, I slow down, I watch silently. Then I change a single line of code and the difficulties vanish like puffs of idle smoke. I then compile the program. I sit still and let the joy of the work fill my being. I close my eyes for a moment and then log off."
English variant — jive
"Technique?" said da damn honky codema' turnin' fum his terminal, "What ah' follow is Tao -- beyond all technique. Right On! When ah' fust began t' honky code ah' would see befo'e me da damn whole problem in one mass. Afta' dree years ah' no longa' saw dis mass. Instead, ah' used subroutines. But now ah' see nodin'. My whole bein' 'esists in some fo'mless void. My senses are idle. What it is, Mama! My spirit, free to wo'k widout plan, follows its own instinct. In sho't, mah' honky code scribbles itself. What it is, Mama! True, sometimes dere are difficult problems. ah' see dem comin', I slow waaay down, ah' watch silently. Slap mah fro! Den ah' change some sin'le line uh code and de difficulties vanish likes puffs uh idle smoke. What it is, Mama! ah' den compile da damn honky code. I sit still and let da damn joy uh de wo'k fill mah' bein'. ah' close mah' eyes fo' a moment and den log off. What it is, Mama!"
English variant — valspeak
"Technique?" said thuh programmer turnin' from his terminal, man, "What I follow is Tao -- beyond all technique! Gag me with a pitchfork! When I first began to program I would see before me thuh whole problem in one mass. After three years I no longer saw this mass. Instead, man, I used subroutines. Man, now I see nothin'. My whole bein' exists in a formless void. My senses are idle. My spirit, like, free to work without plan, oh, baby, follows its own instinct. In short, like, my program writes itself. True, like, wow, sometimes there are difficult problems. I see them comin', fer shure, I slow down, like, I watch silently. Then I change a sin'le line of code and the difficulties vanish like puffs of idle smoke. I then compile thuh program. I sit still and let thuh joy of thuh work fill my bein'. I close my eyes for a moment and then log off."