I compiled, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious

emerge of GNU more—

While I nodded, nearly napping,

suddenly there came a tapping,

As of someone gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

“’Tis just automake,” I muttered, “gently checking CPU floor—

Only this, and nothing more.”

“Automake!” said I, “thing of evil!—automake still, if GNU or devil!—

Whether Linus sent, or whether Stallman tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted—

On this home by horror haunted—tell me truly, I implore—

Is there—is there caching in Gentoo?—tell me—tell me, I implore!”

Quoth automake, “Nevermore.”

It would be nice if automake remembered your system in a cache.