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 yes( )   ( )no Should RoadRunner be subjected to some kind of UDP?
 yes( )   ( )no ... active UDP (cancels) ?
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together.
    "Hello, Prof!" said a voice.  "Come and sit by me and
wait your turn."
    I moved to the speaker and pushed my way to a chair
beside him.  "You look different this morning," he con-
tinued.  "What have you been doing to yourself?"
    I let him do the talking, picking up stray bits of infor-
mation.  The clerk called names, and men went up to his
desk and sat before him.  A name was called which seemed
vaguely familiar.  "Someone I know?" I wondered.  No one
moved.  The name was called again.  "Go on-that's you!"
said my new friend.  I rose and walked to the desk and sat
down as I had seen the others do.
    "What's the matter with you this morning?" asked the
clerk.  "I saw you come in, then I lost sight of you and
thought you had gone home."  He looked at me carefully.

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"You look different this morning, somehow.  Can't be hair  
style, because you haven't any hair."  Then he straightened  
up and said, "No, nothing for you, I'm afraid.  Better luck  
next time.  Next, please."                               
    I walked out, feeling despondent, and cycled back to       
Hampton Court.  There I bought a newspaper, and con-        
tinued on to the banks of the Thames.  This was a beauty     
spot, a place where Londoners came for a holiday.  I sat     
down on the grassy bank, with my back to a tree, and read     
the Situations Vacant columns in the paper.                 
    "You'll never get a job through the Exchange!" said a      
voice, and a man came off the path and plonked down on      
the grass beside me.  Plucking a long-stemmed grass, he      
chewed it reflectively, rolling it from side to side of his  
mouth.  "T hey don't pay you any dole, see?  So they don't   
get you fixed up either.  They gives the jobs to them as what  
they has to pay.  Then they save money, see?  If they