Nobody Expects Pattern Matching
The Inquisition has finished its enumeration. Cardinal Naggum is out of fingers again. Cardinal Klabnik has started using toes. Cardinal Friedman is maintaining a quietly sceptical silence.
“if,” Cardinal Naggum says, consulting his notes. “while. for. for-of. switch. try. catch. finally. break. continue. throw. label.”
He looks up. “That’s twelve.”
“Thirteen, Your Eminence,” says Cardinal Friedman. “do-while.”
“Thirteen. And match replaces—”
“Most of them, Your Eminence.”
The door closes. The door reopens.
“NOBODY—”
The chapter ends.