The thick of code

He stared at the code, while his mind made leaps from a function definition to another. He tried to calm his mind and let his brain make connection between that which should be and that which is in his script.

"It is misbehaving, and I must find out the cause of this," he declared alone. His face was illuminated dimly by the dark terminal he was using. Solarized Colorscheme, copied from a site he found. It relaxes the eyes in a mathematical or scientific way or something.

Jumping back and forth with repeated keystrokes, trying to discern the connection and the cause of the error.

At last, he alighted upon the cause. So exacting is the machine.