Abdul al Najjar should attack her on behalf of the angle
martyu.bouquin
Trimming off the rest of this post is unnecessary.
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:_
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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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of the door ledge. Looking at his still clean
fingertips, he nodded in disappointment and stalked out.
The Second smiled knowingly, "You got him that time,
he's a nosey-!"
There was an air of tense expectancy. Men were getting
out their shore-going togs, cleaning themselves up, trying
to decide how to get their parcels through Customs. Men
were talking of their families, of their girl-friends. All
tongues were loosened, all restraints thrown off. Soon they
would be ashore to go to friends and loved ones. Only
I had nowhere to go, no one of whom to talk. Only I
would walk ashore at New York as a stranger, friendless,
unknown.
On the skyline stood the tall towers of Manhattan glisten-
ing in the sunlight after being washed by the rainstorm.
Isolated windows threw back the rays of the sun after
turning them to burnished gold. The Statue of Liberty-
I noticed with her back to America-loomed up before
us. "Half ahead," clanged the telegraph. The ship slowed,
and the little bow wave died as our momentum dropped.
"Stop," said the telegraph as we nosed to our berth. Lines
were thrown, and caught, and the ship was once more tied
to the land. "Finished with engines," said the telegraph.
Steam died in the pipes with wailing hisses. The giant
piston rods were stilled, and the ship wallowed gently at
her moorings, but faintly disturbed by the wake of passing
ships. We worked turning valves, bringing the auxiliary
equipment to life, hoists and winches.
Up on deck men rushed round knocking the