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If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you;
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too:
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise;
If you can design—and not make deisgn your master;
If you can code—and not make code your aim,
If you can meet with Xarn and Christopher
And treat those two imposters just the same:
If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build ’em up with spamming tools;
If you can cons a list of all your winnnings
And risk it on one turn of troll-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never write a peom about your loss:
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve /prog/ before it is long gone,
And so troll us when there is nothing in you
Except the Events which raised to them: "Scripts on!"
If you can code for mortals and keep your virtue,
Or argue with Haskellites—nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can indent you,
If all riders weep for you, but none too much:
If you can fill the unforgiving thread
With NO EXCEPTIONS and cURL and then run,
Yours is this board and everything that’s in it,
And—which is more—you’ll be a
FrozenVoid, my son!