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Trimming off the rest of this post is unnecessary.

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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
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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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scratches, looking  
for anything at which to complain.  His thick eyebrows met 
like a bar across the bridge of his nose, a nose which had 
been broken at some time and badly set.  At last he came 
up to us.  "Which of you is the driver?"
    "I am,"  I said.
    "You will take this back to Metz,"  he said.

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    "No," was my answer, "I have been paid to bring it
here.  All the papers are made out for here.  I have finished
with it."
    His face flushed with rage, and to my consternation he
drew from his pocket a spring-loaded knife.  I was easily
able to disarm him, the knife flew over my shoulder, and
the swarthy man was flat on his back.  To my surprise, as
I looked around, I saw that quite a crowd of workmen had
arrived.  "He's thrown the Boss," said one; "He must have
been taken by surprise," muttered another.  Violently the
swarthy man erupted from the ground, like a rubber ball
bouncing.  Dashing into the workshop he picked up a steel
bar with a claw on the end, a bar used for opening packing
cases.  Rushing out, yelling oaths, he swung at me, trying
to rip my throat.  I fell to my knees and grabbed his knees
and pushed.  He screamed horribly,