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I wonder how often it happens, that in a lecture in a module titled "Web Programming", teaching about website 'sessions', people have been reduced to tears. It did today. It happened to me. I don't cry often, though in the last year or two I have developped a lot and now the occasional film or song in church (or even book, in exceptional circumstances) will get the warm-and-salties running. But who can keep a dry eye, or even a straight face, when a lecturer dispenses his knowledge through a beard for which the definition 'super-goatee' would be like describing the grand canyon as a pavement crack, and gesticulates as if his limbs have been re-animated from a paralytic state using just a smidgen too much silicone.

Then he says "let's just put this together with some syntactic sugar" and all hope is gone. Just hang your head and try to explode quietly.