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I will achieve anonymity by tallying the results in
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(I know this loses interesting correlation data, but if
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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)
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 yes( )   ( )no Should UDPs be used less often?
 yes( )   ( )no Would you have answered this survey without anonymity?

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a very small minority, have not       
the capacity for spiritual things.  All they want is war, sex,   
sadism, and the right to pry into the affairs of others."       
    The long night wore on, we rested and refreshed our-            
selves with tea and tsampa.  At last the first faint streaks of  
light shot across the mountain range behind us.  As yet the
valley at our feet was immersed in darkness.  Somewhere a       
yak began to bellow as if sensing that a new day would soon       
be upon us.  Five in the morning Tibetan time.  About            
eleven o'clock by the time in England, I judged.  Gently I      
nudged the old lama who was dozing lightly.  "Time we
went into the astral!" I said.
    "It will be the last time for me," he replied, "for I shall   
not return to my body again."                              

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    Slowly, not hurrying at all, we again entered the astral
state.  Leisurely we arrived at that house in England.  The
man lay there sleeping, tossing a little, on his face there was
a look