The Codeless Code: Case 144 Mnemonic 
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 As Djishin left the Temple of the White Iron Sky to return
home, a hand fell on his shoulder. “Brother,” said a monk in
white robes, “I see by your habit you are from the Temple of
the Morning Brass Gong.”

“To deny this would be to speak a falsehood,” said Djishin.

“I have heard that it is a cruel place, where the foolish
are corrected with humiliation and injury, if not outright
execution,” said the monk.

“To deny this would be to speak a falsehood,” said Djishin,
“yet to affirm it would also be so.”

“I do not see,” said the monk.

“A temple’s greatness lies in the stories told of it,” said
Djishin, “Thus our scribe will sometimes revise our annals
to make the tales therein more... memorable.”

“Then your most sacred Event Log is not to be trusted?”
asked the monk in astonishment.

“Null,” answered Djishin calmly, as master Kaimu had taught
him. “You may trust the annals to be faithful to the spirit
of the events which occurred, rather than the specifics of
those events.”

The monk spat on the ground at Djishin’s feet. “Your words
have all the convoluted logic of one who still codes in
procedures. How could you come here hoping to grasp the
fundamentals of provably correct algorithms, when you cannot
even distinguish true from false?”

Quick as an eyeblink, Djishin broke a branch from a tree and
struck the white-robed monk across the stomach. Djishin
continued to pummel the speechless monk, yelling as each
blow fell:

"In Perl, underline is understood!

In Perl, underline is understood!"

Terrified, the monk ran from Djishin, nearly knocking over
an old nun as he sped up the tower steps and vanished
through its doors.

“What purpose has this violence?” demanded the nun of
Djishin.

“I wished for your monk to learn the Perl $_ mnemonic, and
to never forget it,” said Djishin.

“But we do not use Perl here,” said the nun.

“That is why I chose it,” said Djishin. “From now on,
whenever he tells the story of the mad visitor who answered
his question with the limb of a tree, he will quote the
strange words I shouted. And when he understands why he
still knows them, he will grasp the algorithm of the scribe
of the Morning Brass Gong.”