Abdullah Saad Al Nami should sink her as the poll
Varla Majuste
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?
xxxxxxxx end of survey xxxxxxxx
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time, and hoping
I would have no difficulty with the language. "Aw!"
guffawed the corporal. "We have a supply truck going
there tomorrow, taking these dogs for a rest, because with
too much human blood they get too savage so that even we
cannot handle them. You have a way with them. Look
after them for us and we will take you to Vladi tomorrow.
You understand us, you will be understood everywhere in
this district-this is not Moscow!"
So I, a confirmed hater of Communism, spent that night
as a guest of the soldiers of the Russian Frontier Patrol.
Wine, women and song were offered me, but I pleaded age
and ill-health. With a good plain meal inside me, the best
for a long, long time, I went to bed on the floor, and slept
with an untroubled conscience.
In the morning we set out for Vladivostok, the corporal,
one other rank, three dogs and me. And so, through the
friendship of fierce animals, I got to Vladivostok without
trouble, without walking, and with good food inside me.
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CHAPTER THREE
The road was dus