Writing in C++ again is like making biscuits. But the simple baking procedure is preceded by growing the wheat, which entails clearing the farmland, digging a well, defending it against the native hordes, establishing irrigation and a working agrarian economy, buying a bunch of fertilizer, plowing the field behind a great big smelly ox, planting the seeds, waiting all winter while the wolves howl outside your cabin, THEN (buried amongst all the templatified, exception-safe and const-driven madness) writing a kernel of meaningful code. Wait, what was I doing? Building a tectonically secure infrastructure for feeding billions of people, or just making biscuits for breakfast? It’s hard to remember after all that epic bullshit.
Source: dadhacker.com