To code or not to code, that is the question:
Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The bugs and crashes of outrageous typos
Or to take arms against a sea of modules,
And by opposing, squash them? To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a die to say we end
The program and the thousand natural lines of backtrace
That Carp is heir to, 'tis a consummation
Of infinite recursion. To die, to sleep:
To sleep: perchance to insert a debugger: ay, there's the rub;
For in that debugger of death, what revelations may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal stack,
Must give us pause: there's the respect
That makes calamity of so long a script;
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