My Uncle John is what my parents’ generation would call “a man’s man.” He’s tough, rugged, a bit scary, with more than a little of the cowboy in him, and he would admit to fear about as readily as I could render modest defeat. So when he described to me that the challenge in doing your second parachute jump is overcoming the fear of the known, I took note. Having now written two books, I can certainly attest to this same fear. Starting a second when you know how much suffering awaits is not something done lightly. So the question arises, why have I done so?
The reason, elucidated in the Prologue, amounts to an attempt to answer the following seemingly simple dichotomy.
C++ is too complex.
C++ is the only language sufficiently powerful for ...