I will guarantee anonymity except in cases of blatant abuse.
I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
uncorrelated tabulations and then deleting the emails.
(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
resondents want anonymity it's hard to avoid.)
I know that this anonymity promise depends on trust and that
you have no particular reason to trust me. Someday, I hope.
I will post results Saturday.

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 yes( )   ( )no Should RoadRunner be subjected to some kind of UDP?
 yes( )   ( )no ... active UDP (cancels) ?
 yes( )   ( )no ... passive UDP (drop messages) ?
 yes( )   ( )no ... all-groups UDP? (as opposed to specific groups)
 yes( )   ( )no Are you a Usenet sysadmin? How big:_   How long:_
 yes( )   ( )no Should another server be subjected to UDP? Who:_
 yes( )   ( )no Should UDPs be used more often?
 yes( )   ( )no Should UDPs be used less often?
 yes( )   ( )no Would you have answered this survey without anonymity?

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--
and discussed me    
in loud, raucous voices.  Nowhere did I detect the slightest
thought that I might be ill or in need of attention.      
    At last, with immense effort, I staggered to my feet,    
mounted the bicycle, and rode off in the direction of      
Hampton Court.                                      

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                          CHAPTER NINE

    The exchange was a dismal house in a side street.  I rode up,
dismounted, and started to walk in the entrance.  "Want
your bike stolen?" asked a voice behind me.  I turned to
the speaker.  "Surely the unemployed do not steal from
each other?" I asked.
    "You must be new around here; put a lock and chain
round the bike or you will have to walk home."  With that
the speaker shrugged his shoulders and went into the build-
ing.  I turned back and looked in the saddle-bag of the
machine.  Yes, there was a lock and chain.  I was just going
to put the chain round the wheel as I had seen others do
when a horrid thought struck me-where was the key?  I
fumbled in those unfamiliar pockets and brought out a
bunch of keys.  Trying one after the other, I eventually
found the correct one.
    I walked up the path and into the house.  Cardboard signs
with black inked arrows pointed the way.  I turned right
and entered a room where there were a lot of hard wooden
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