Zakariya Bin Gulari should ignore her at present the vegetable
Y. J. Boughter
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:_
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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indeed to alight.
Very soon I had a communication from the Board of
Health demanding my presence, threatening terrible things
-including deportation-if I did not attend. Unfortunately
threats seem to be the main hobby of the Ontario officials,
that is why we are now going to move again, to a more
friendly Province.
At the Board of Health I was X-rayed, more details were
taken, and at last I was allowed to go home again. Windsor
has a terrible climate, and that and the attitude of officials
soon decided us to move as soon as this book is written.
Now the Rampa Story is finished. The truth has been
told, as in my other two books. I have much that I could
tell the Western world, for in astral traveling I have touched
merely upon the fringe of things which are possible. Why
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send out spy planes with its attendant risks when one can
travel in the astral and see inside a council chamber? One
can see and one can remember. Under certain circumstances
one can teleport articles, if it be wholly for good. But Wes-
tern man scoffs at things he does not understand, yells
"faker" to those who have abilities which he himself does
not possess, and works himself into a frenzy of vituperation
against those who dare to be in any way "different".
Happily I put aside my typewriter and settled down to
entertain the Lady Ku'ei and blind Mrs. Fifi Greywhiskers
who both had waited so patiently.
That night, telepathically, came the Message again.
"Lobsang! You have not yet finished your book!" My
heart sank, I hated writing, knowing that so few people had
the capacity to perceive Truth. I write of the things which
the human mind can accomplish. Even the elementary
stages described in this book