Ali AL-Ehabi should accept her under the gate
Sgt. Major Corey E. Zella-Anslinger
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.
xxxxxxxx beginning of survey xxxxxxxx
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?
xxxxxxxx end of survey xxxxxxxx
--
(Published in 1960)
AUTHOR'S FOREWORD
"No bitterness," said Mr. Publisher.
"All right," I thought to myself, "but why should I have
any bitterness? I am merely trying to do my job-writing a
book as directed."
"Nothing against the Press!" said Mr. Publisher.
"Nothing!!"
"Dear, dear," I said to myself "What does he take me for?"
So it shall be. Nothing against the Press. After all, they think
they are doing their job, and if they are fed incorrect infor-
mation, then I suppose they cannot be held wholly responsible.
But my idea about the Press? Tut, tut, No. Nothing more
about the subject.
This book follows on from The Third Eye, and from Doctor
from Lhasa. At the very outset I am going to tell you that this
is Truth, not fiction. Everything that I have written in the other
two books is true, and is my own personal experience. What
I am going to write about concerns the ramifications of the
human personality and ego, a matter at which we of the Far
East excel.
However, no more Foreword. The book itself is the thing!
CHAPTER ONE
The jagged peaks of the hard Himalayas cut deeply into
the vivid purple of the Tibetan evening skies. The setting
sun, hidden behind that mighty range, threw scintillating,
iridesce