Hardcover: 501 pages
Publisher: Cambridge University Press; 2nd edition (October 21, 2002)
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I held the accursed object with both hands and examined it closely. It felt small and weak There was a change after I finished the exam. Suddenly what had once seemed an insurmountable obstacle had been reduced to a collection of molecules. Something small and without worth, a mere shadow of the former imposition. Yes, I held a mere object in my hands. Something, which would no longer hold, power over me. I was suddenly struck by a tremendous urge to exert my power over it. I envisioned myself beating the book against tress and concrete benches, hurling it baseball-pitch style at brick walls, hitting it with a ten-pound sledge at full tilt, drop-kicking it off of high buildings, tearing it cover-from-cover with my bare hands.But most importantly, most eerily satisfying, were the visions of setting the terrible book on its side, allowing the pages to ruffle gently under the cover,-and igniting a book of matches underneath the pages. I longed to see it burn. I wanted to, through my own volition and physical power, reduce it. O book most foul, into the optimally entropic form, then relieve my bladder onto its smoldering ashes. I could think of nothing more satisfying.I'm not entirely sure why I didn't, just then and there, outside the Wetherill Laboratory of Chemistry, satisfy my urges and just destroy the beast. Perhaps I'm not entirely certain that my travail with 'modern compiler imple- mentation in Java" is over. I won't be certain of that until I stand with a report card in hand. But the blind rage continues.It sits on my shelf until then, forever staring at me with a bright red cover and insulting lower-case sans- serif typeface, the author's name 'Appel" an invocation of the original sin which lies within.