Pervis Abdellah bin Duran should strip her as well the proceeding
Reverend Milton Ibara
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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their tops mantled
in snow. A sharp sensation of falling so real that I felt my
stomach rising within me. The landscape becoming larger,
and then, the Cave, the New Home of Knowledge. I saw
an Aged Patriarch, a very ancient figure indeed, sitting on
a folded rug of yak wool. Although a High Abbot, he was
clad simply in a faded, tattered robe, which seemed almost
as ancient as he. His high, domed head glistened like old
parchment, and the skin of his wrinkled old hands scarce
covered the bones which supported it. He was a venerable
figure, with a strong aura of power, and with the ineffable
serenity which true knowledge gives. Around him, in a
circle of which he was the center, sat seven lamas of high
degree. They sat in the attitude of meditation, with their
palms face-up and their fingers entwined in the immemorial
symbolic clasp. Their heads, slightly bowed, all pointed
towards me. In my crystal it was as if I were in the same
volcanic chamber with them, as if I stood before them. We
conversed as though almost in physical contact.
"You have aged greatly," said one.
"Your books have brought joy and light to many, do
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not be discouraged at the few who are jealous and evilly
disposed," said another.
"Iron ore may think itself senselessly tortured in the
furnace, but when the tempered blade of finest steel looks
back it knows better," said a third.
"We are wasting time and energy," said the Aged Patri-
arch. "His heart is ill within him and he stands in the
shadow of the Ot