Open School Games

What do you read, my lord?

Words, words, words.

Hamlet, stop feigning madness for a moment. Soft. Listen. There is a voice crying in the wilderness.

It is written in the prophets. I am not worthy to untie the strap of his sandal!

John, you reek of camel and is that a bug between your teeth? Even so read and think and think and read. Madmen and even those also feigning madness may leave words of wisdom etched in ink on bleached and flattened wood pulp.

Write

Where to begin?

At the beginning of course.

I know that but what if I get blocked?

Write a story about blocks.

Blocks of concrete?

Of course not. Blocks of code are so much more elegant.

I don't believe I am ready to write a whole block of code, said Alice.

Ah, I see, said the not-so-white Rabbit, then let's begin with a book about writing blocks of code.

Alice pouted, a book nearly three inches thick without pictures or conversations? That will never do. Why, that would not be any fun at all.

The not-so-white Rabbit thought for a very long while. I expect he would still be thinking there today if a voice sticky with honey had not caused a break in his thoughts which had slipped into an infinite loop of carrots and chamomile. At that very moment Alice knew that she could write a book about code and that it could be filled with pictures and conversation.

Code