Ok, I admit that I’m a bit defensive about my love for
Smalltalk.
TheGoodDoctor gives me a sad, bittersweet smile when I bring it up. It’s the smile you’d give to a sick child who’s begging to see his puppy one last time — only you know that the puppy was run over by a truck this morning. “Sure, kid”, you say, “sure”.

This is important now because I’m thinking about doing a thing and I need to choose a language, and a look at the options makes me feel ill. PHP looks like work. Java looks like the tomb. Ruby looks like, well, like Smalltalk actually. Only they left out the best parts.

Oh – be wary of TheGoodDoctor, ladies. He can’t really write presciptions. He prints those little pads in his basement.