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was lowered, and two policemen came aboard
and made their way up to the Bridge, amid sour looks from
members of the crew. The Captain greeted them, giving
them a drink and cigars. Then he produced the papers from
his desk. "This man has worked well, in my opinion he has
been framed by a Government official. Given time to call
at the British Embassy, he could prove his innocence."
The senior policeman looked cynical, "All these guys
are innocent; the penitentiaries are full of innocent men
who have been framed, to listen to them. All we want is to
get him tucked nicely in a cell and then we go off duty.
"C'mon, fella!" he said to me. I turned to pick up my case.
"Aw, you won't want that," he said, hustling me along.
On an afterthought he snapped the handcuffs round my
wrists.
"Oh, you don't want that," called the Captain. "He
can't run anywhere, and how will he get down to your
boat?"
"He can fall in the drink and we will fish him out,"
replied the policeman, laughing coarsely.
Climbing down the ladder was not easy, but I managed
it without mishap, to the obvious regret of the police. Once
on the cutter, they took no more notice of me. We sped
along past many ships and rapidly approache
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?
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was lowered, and two policemen came aboard
and made their way up to the Bridge, amid sour looks from
members of the crew. The Captain greeted them, giving
them a drink and cigars. Then he produced the papers from
his desk. "This man has worked well, in my opinion he has
been framed by a Government official. Given time to call
at the British Embassy, he could prove his innocence."
The senior policeman looked cynical, "All these guys
are innocent; the penitentiaries are full of innocent men
who have been framed, to listen to them. All we want is to
get him tucked nicely in a cell and then we go off duty.
"C'mon, fella!" he said to me. I turned to pick up my case.
"Aw, you won't want that," he said, hustling me along.
On an afterthought he snapped the handcuffs round my
wrists.
"Oh, you don't want that," called the Captain. "He
can't run anywhere, and how will he get down to your
boat?"
"He can fall in the drink and we will fish him out,"
replied the policeman, laughing coarsely.
Climbing down the ladder was not easy, but I managed
it without mishap, to the obvious regret of the police. Once
on the cutter, they took no more notice of me. We sped
along past many ships and rapidly approache