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1 If you are in need of help, you need but ask....
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2 ************************* INSTALLED: 6 APR 85 **********************
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3 Welcome to BWMS (BackWater Message System) Mike Day System operator
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4 ************************************************************
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5 GENERAL DISCLAIMER: BWMS IS NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR ANY INFORMATION
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6 PLACED ON THIS SYSTEM.
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7 BWMS was created as an electronic bill board. BWMS is a privately owned
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8 and operated system which is currently open for use by the general public.
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9 No restrictions are placed on the use of the system. As the system is
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10 privately owned, I retain the right to remove any and all messages which
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11 I may find offensive. Because of the limited size of the system, it will be
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12 periodically purged of messages. (only 629 lines of data can be saved)
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13 To leave a message, type 'ENTER' and use ctrl/C or break to get out of the
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14 ENTER mode. The message is automatically stored. If after entering the
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15 message you find you made a mistake, use the replace command to replace
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16 the line. To exit from the system, type 'OFF' then hang up.
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17 Type 'HELP' to see other commands that are available on the system.
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18 *****************************************************************
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20 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?`? ? ?`? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?
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21 Yes people. blatherings at the top.
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22 Scavengers entry on drive B, The only person I know who uses "nifty" is
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23 Prometheus. But the "nyah" brings back such memories. Lysias?
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24 Then again, it looked so, so Promethean!
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25 Pam:Living? My setup works, lets do it.
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26 ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?/MiG/? ? ? ? ? ? ?C
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27 *******************************************************************************
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28 TO downloaders: More on the quirks of BW downloading...
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29 Please note that the major cause of the loss of data at the beginning of each
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30 line is because BW puts the line in a buffer while you are entering it.
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31 When you send a carriage return, it tells BW to go put the line on the disk.
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32 Now of course before it can do this, it first must find out 'where' on the
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33 disk to put it. It knows the sector to put it on, but it has to move the
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34 head in the disk drive and wait for the sector to revolve under the head.
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35 This takes about 200ms for the sector to show up, plus about 50ms for the
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36 head to be loaded and stablized. For a sum total of 250ms, or 1/4 of a second.
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37 This is fine if we are sitting on the proper track already, but if we have
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38 to move, then we add in another 40ms for each track we move to. Normally on
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39 a standard entry, we only have to move one track at worst since it is all
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40 entered sequentially. thus a total worst case end of line delay of 290ms.
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41 throw in an extra 10ms to round it up to 300ms, or 1/3 sec. However, sometimes
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42 because of a disk error, for whatever reason, it may not find it on the first
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43 revolution of the disk and we have to wait for it to come around again, thus
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44 we add another 200ms to our total to be sure. Sum total = 500ms, or 1/2 sec
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45 end of line delay. Ok, you ask that sounds good, but what this one and two
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46 second delay stuff you been talking about? Well, I personally have this
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47 paranoid thing when it comes to hardware and software, when ever I find the
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48 proper delay for something, I always double it "just to be sure". Thus I use
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49 a one second delay at the end of each line 'just to be sure'. Ok, you ask,
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50 that's fine, but what about the 2 second delay? Ah, glad you asked! Remember
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51 what I said earlier about it taking 40ms to move from one track to another?
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52 Well, what happens if the disk is full, and the head is sitting at the
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53 beginning of the disk? It has to step thru all 35 tracks to get to the end.
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54 At 40ms per track, that's 1.4 seconds to get to the end. Thus what will happen
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55 if you only use a one second delay, is that the first line will be put on the
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56 disk fine, but it will still be busy writting it to disk while your sending the
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57 second line. Thus the second line of the message (and only the second line)
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58 will be missing some characters at the beginning. How to get around this?
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59 Well, 1.) you could use a two second end of line delay, or 2.) You could do
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60 like I do, and type BOTTOM 'before' typing ENTER. This puts the head at
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61 the end of the drive ready to enter a message without having to move the head
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62 so bloody far the first time. Thus allowing you to use the one second delay.
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63 A further note, when you do a control C to get out of the enter mode, it moves
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64 the head back to the beginning of the disk to save where the last used sector
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65 was. An exception is if you fill the disk up, and it exits enter mode
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66 automatically, in which case there is no automatic update, and the head gets
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67 left at the bottom. This is the reason for the OFF command still being here,
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68 since if you don't type OFF before hanging up, the last sector information
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69 won't be updated, and thus all that nifty end of the disk stuff you wrote
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70 will be gone to the four winds. So, when you type the OFF command, what it
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71 does is to simply move the head to the first sector and write to disk the last
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72 known used sector. (as well as such things as current margin, protection, ect.)
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73 Now that I've bored you all to death, ON WITH THE STORIES!
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74 ******************************* CISTOP MIKEY ******************************
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75 ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ (96:16)
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76 Cistop Mikey: Many thanks--you didn't bore me. I've learned a lot from your
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77 entries the past few days. Is there any way this sort of information could be
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78 made permanently available, so people who don't happen to log on when it's here
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79 could send for it and thus not waste the system's time (and LINES) figuring out
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80 how to upload? I should think new users would be glad to send a little cash for
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81 a few xeroxed pages of instructions.
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82 It looks now as if I don't need any software fix if I type BOTTOM before I
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83 ENTER (I already had a one-second delay). But I don't quite understand why
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84 reading the last few lines on DB to see how many were left for my test wasn't
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85 the same as BOTTOM. Was it because I fixed the margin--did it go back to the
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86 first sector to save that at the time of the MA command?
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87 All: I still say even the simplest upload software should have
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88 intercharacter delay capability (which is not at all hard to put in) because if
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89 delays are needed only with cheap modems, that's all the more reason why
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90 software for cheap machines--whose owners are most apt to HAVE cheap modems--
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91 needs to compensate for modem deficiencies. (Also, though BW can accept
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92 characters at 300 baud from a good enough modem, many BBSs cannot.) Why do I
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93 feel this is worth saying here? Because I never waste a chance to combat the
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94 myth that "sophisticated" features are of use only to people with large
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95 expensive systems, and/or are beyond the reach of those who can't spend a lot of
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96 money for them. --SYLVIA, AKA "PROGRAMMER"
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97
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98 Mikey: Phew!!
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99 ________________
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{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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102
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As the group of startled observers began to mumble confusedly among
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themselves, Merlin regained his composure and approached an amazed
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Arthur.
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"It didn't do that before!" cried Arthur.
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"I'll explain that later," replied Merlin in a fatherly tone. "The
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important thing is that it will probably draw quite a crowd, so be
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prepared to be mobbed."
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The crowd did indeed gather, and soon Arthur and Merlin were
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engulfed in people, nervously chattering as the tale of Arthur's deed
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was related again and again by the lucky observers. Arthur did not
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release the sword from his grasp, but held it stiffly as though it
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would turn on him at any moment. His mind was a confused jumble of
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memories and jabbering onlookers with an occasional jar by someone
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patting him on the back. As he stood there, he began to hear a
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distant rumbling at the edge of the crowd. The commotion increased as
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the crowd grew silent and parted !s though some large object would
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soon be rolling in. Arthur recognized the form of his king, Uther
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Pendragon.
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"A child!" roared Uther, assuming a livid countenance, "What are we
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to do with HIM," he pointed an accusatory finger at Arthur, all the
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while glaring at Merlin with wide red eyes.
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123 Merlin had long been Uther's esteemed advisor; a curious figure
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that remained behind the throne and was the subject of much gossip.
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Arthur had glimpsed him from afar, but had never before encountered
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him in person. Nor had he encountered the king, though he knew his
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own ancestry. Uther apparently did not recognize Arthur as his own
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illegitimate offspring, either.
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"King Uther, may I present Arthur. I, myself, can attest to the
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fact that he has pulled the sword from the stone this day, and can
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rightfully lay claim to the throne." Merlin's speech was perfunctory
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and precise, as though this was an ordinary audience before the king.
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Uther reddened. He grabbed Merlin's arm and spoke with his face
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close to this advisor's. Arthur could hear his loud, angry whispers.
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"You said I would rule to the end of my days, you ..." and the tirade
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lasted for a long time. The nervous crowds had to be repeatedly
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hushed by the King's Guard. Arthur heard Merlin soothing Uther with
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talk of his ygung age and tutelage, which irritated Arthur no end.
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Far too many had cast aspersions regarding his age this day. He knew
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he was young, but not incapable. As he escaped into his reverie, a
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second commotion arose from the crowd. He looked up to see a large
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entourage approach to confront the King. They seemed totally
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disinterested in Arthur's recent achievement. They were angry and
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well-armed; even the King's guard did not dare to challenge them.
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they, however, had other ideas and spoke in decidedly unpeaceful
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tones.
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"Pendragon, you have ravished for the last time," the tone was
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menacing, "we of the far reaches have banded together to end your foul
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deeds once and for all," and with that, a mail glove was cast to the
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ground before Uther, who spat on it.
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"You dare to challenge the King of the Bretons!" Uther's wrath spoke
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for him. He forgot Arthur totally as he bantered, setting time and
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place for combat. Arthur felt Merlin's hand on his shoulder.
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"Do not press your claim now. He must lead; this is his war, not
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yours."
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"But you said we'd prevent a war!" Arthur countered, hoping to make
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sense of the whole matter.
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"I said we'd prevent your war. Let this be your first lesson, boy,
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that Uther is a man, not a King. His honor was questionable to
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himself, so he feels it necessary to defend it. A man must be allowed
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to defend his honor, or he is less than a man. But a King may not, he
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must be of unquestionable honor himself; an insult to him is an insult
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to the kingdom. He must allow his subjects to defend his honor, since
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they are defending their kingdom. Your honor will no longer be your
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own."
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Arthur puzzled at this curious speech. He felt sure he had heard
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the truth, but was confused. As all retired to the camp for a war
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council, he continued to ponder the message, all the time, clutching
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the sword that had changed his life.
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{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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171
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Gee, it's neat to watch the border come out when downloading. I don't
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172 mind the technical jargon at all, as I know it will be used by those
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173 who have need of it. The other neat thing about today is that it's all
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174 allowed! That's a new phenomenon for me, and at the risk of the above,
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175 I'll try a little editing on line! I'm not staying on any one subject,
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176 am I? Oh, well, too much sunshine on the brain! I'll stop before I
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177 start talking like a cheerleader. Isis
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178 {*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}!!!isis!!!{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}{*}
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179 HEY EVERYBODY,THIS IS NEAT!!
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180 I'M PRETTY NEW ON THIS BOARD,AND I HAVE A FEW QUESTIONS.
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181 1)JUST WHAT IS THIS BOARD USED FOR?
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182 2)HOW DO YOU FING MESSAGES THAT ARE SUPOSED TO BE DIRECTED AT YOU?
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183 3)DOES THIS BOARD SEND NAMES WITH THE MESSAGES?(TO SO & SO,FROM SO & SO)
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184 4)BYE EVERYBODY!
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185
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186 EXIT
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187
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188 +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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189 Grann was silent for many long moments until, at long last, he decided to
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190 speak again.
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191 "I wish to learn to defend my honor, and win my beloved."
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192 Milchar thought about this, and said, "Tell me the rest- it will help you,
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193 and allow me to decide your case."
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194 Grann settled down for a long talk, then began:
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195 "My home, Greyloam, is a small village that is entirely underground.
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196 Many gnomes live there. Many, that is, for gnomes. We live almost hermit-
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197 like existances, and several dozen families in a village is a gnome
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198 metropolis. Life there is pleasant."
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199 "So far," Milchar said, "I haven't heard any reason to teach the Arts to
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200 you."
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201 "I am coming to that, if you'll just bear with me for the remainder of
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202 the story. Gnomes, while being hermit-like most of the time, are highly
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203 competitive. I myself have participated in thirty-eight Meets, as we call
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204 our village contests. Male gnomes ususally enter the competition to impress
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205 females. Meet scores carry great weight in courtship. More than once have
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206 the scores broken a tie between two suitors of a female."
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207 "And still nothing. Does your story have a point?"
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208 "Impatience appears to be your forte. For the past two years, I have
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209 struggled to win the hand of Lyna, the daughter of the village leader. There
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210 is another, however, who also seeks as I do. Frong would give much to see me
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211 fail at the Meets."
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212 "How often are your Meets? And what do they have to do with magic?"
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213 "They are...eight months apart, by the way you humans measure time. The
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214 reason the Meets are connected with magic has to do with another of your kind."
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215 "Another mage?"
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216 "Indeed, another mage. He wandered near our village, and we gave him
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217 shelter. In return, he entertained us with glamours and petty tricks. An
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218 innocent enough event, except that it sparked the imaginations of the leader.
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219 He had always remarked that there was no way for the quick-minded and feeble-
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220 muscled gnomes to participate in the Meets, and that their planning helped
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221 us as much as the labor did, but he had never found a way for them to join.
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222 Until, of course, the mage taught some of the young his simple tricks. Soon,
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223 they were competing. And now magic is a major part of the Meets. Frong, even
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224 now, studies magic from a mage from the east. I do not wish to lose the next
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225 Meet- surely my love must choose me after this next one! But I need to learn
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226 magic....from you."
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227 Milchar was silent, then:
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228 "Come along, Grann. You've some studying to do."
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229 ++++++++++++++++++++++++ Milchar ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
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230 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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231 The diminuative train wound its way torturously up the narrow ledge. The
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232 shear drop-off, so far that the white water below could not even be heard; a
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233 thousand feet at least. Above and bellow, dense green woods. It climbed up
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234 the impossible grade. Automatics triggered by an obstruction ahead brought
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235 the train to a calm and silent halt.
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236
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238 row rails. As stuborn as it was beautiful, it's silver-white fluff fur posit-
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239 ively glowing, it refused to move. Even as the raucus horn blared repeatedly
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240 at programmed intervals. Even as the winged and single horned beast grazed
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241 oblivous to it's surroundings, a pair of kitterfiles, their wings like kalid-
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242 oscopic jewels, attacked from both sides with tooth, claw, that distended
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243 equiod neck.
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244
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245 Only then did it react with random panic. By then, it's life flowing from
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246 torn arteries, it was too late. It's death throws it clear of the track.
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247
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248 Even as the kitterflies set their cat-like faces to the day's feast, the
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249 train was already gliding forward, picking up speed with every inch.
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250
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251 As the micro-rail's multiple unit coachs wound in and out the side
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252 ravines, a gray ediface, capping a distant craig seemed to play hide and seek,
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253 growing larger and closer every time it appeared.
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254
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255 Castle Gray-Slime has a moat. The micro-rail from Thubejubu crosses this
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256 moat on bascule bridges which can be drawn up into the slime-stone walls. It
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257 also passes through what was once the great wall of Grey-Slime keep. It is
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258 here that the 3 car string of diminuative m.u. coaches glides to a scheduled
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259 halt.
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260
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261 Here, for coordinators Nadi, Cele, and Dibec along with a small hand-full
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262 of visitors, the morning's journey ends.
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263 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* X^n *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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264 and
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265 TAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPRTAPR
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266 ............. ............. ............. .............
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267 Not only did the cold bring frost to the branches, but it gripped and
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268 stung the hands and face of this desparate man. Attempting to maintain a
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269 steady pace, he could no longer feel his feet as the numbness seeped in through
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270 his boots. One thought, one face kept reappearing in his mind; once again he
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271 had a goal to reach for. Stumbling in the direction of the town next to the
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272 one closest his point of departure he came across a road that gave little sign
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273 of having been used within the past several hours. This was where he would
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274 make the start of his long trek south.
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275 As the signs of civilization unavoidably came into being, Kosta's
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276 thoughts returned to those he had most recently met, and subsequently escaped
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277 from. First there was Gaudy Minsky; prehaps what it was that had caused him to
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278 attempt such a bold measure against her comrades had something to do with her
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279 beauty. In a way she had reminded him of the one he was now on a mission to
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280 meet again. What was it about her? The face was strikingly simular, but the
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281 eyes possessed a different quality, something he could not bring himself to
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282 draw away from. They were missing something, yet there was also something
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283 more... Was it understaning or confussion?
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284 Next in line was Fellows. At first glance he was a shallow man with a
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285 quick turn of a phrase or draw of a gun. Upon closer examination one might be
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286 able to pick up the traces of a man that hid his complexity with his simply
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287 humorous, care-free style.
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288 On the other hand there was this Farley person. Had he not tryed to be
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289 such an outstanding young member to the taem, he too might have been able to
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290 enjoy a care-free nature. Behind his hesitaion there was a certainty, a power
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291 that drove him towards excellance. Someday he would play a major role in the
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292 continuing existance of NET. He was a good man that was still learning the
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293 ropes of the REAL world.
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294 And not to forget, there was still L'homme Parity. What had happened
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295 that had caused these two men, L'homme and Kosta, to have become so different
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296 within their seperation? Now a wiser man, L'homme had somehow changed in his
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297 perspective and toleration of those that surrounded him -- accepting some while
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298 having since turned on those that have left the fold. Did he really have the
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299 attitude of "sour grapes" to those that chose not to remain? So much was to be
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300 re-learned of this one time friend and partner.
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301 The cold snapped Kosta back to the present as he once again stumbled
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302 with cold feet. He blinked an focused his aching eyes on a road sing by the
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303 merging roads. It said HOOD RIVER / THE DALLES NEXT RIGHT
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304 "One step closer, one less obsticle to overcome. A freind may be
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305 visited here... if the friend will permit." Kosta strode on in confidence.
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306 KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA KOSTA
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307 Truth hurts? Have questions. Call? Kosta.
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308
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309 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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310 Intrigued by the invitation, the piper slid into a bench across from the
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311 strange apparition. The piper spoke.
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312 "The future? You can, then lsee what is in store for yourself and others?"
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313 The dark cowl shook with the figure's assent. The piper, while trying to retain
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314 a modicum of politeness was unable to see the face hidden under the dark hood.
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315 "Would you, perhaps, join me in a mug of the inn's best ale?" inquired the
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316 piper, still hoping for a glance into the face of this strange companion.
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317 "Yes," the hoarse whisper came. "Yes, indeed. Let us share a mug of the
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318 inn's nut-brown ale, then peer together into what the future holds."
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319 The piper's ruse was unsucessful -- he brought the ale, and while he was
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320 seating himself, his strange acquaintance drank a quantity. Conversation was
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321 short, and a disturbance behind caused the piper to turn his head -- another
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322 quantity gone from the mug. Hearing his name called, the piper scanned the
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323 room in vain, knowing as he did so that the final daught was gone and he was
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324 no nearer to seeing the face across the table than when he first sat down.
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325 "So, then." The hoarse whisper claimed the piper's attention.
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326 "We now look into the future to see what is in store for you, Piper-man."
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327 Thin, pale hands emerged from the dark sleeves and arrainged a number of
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328 objects on the table in front of the piper. "Pass your hands over these tools
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329 and we shall choose that which is most suited to you."
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330 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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331 Not to worry Piper, it is Bozo the ex-clown going to show you some baloon
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332 tricks while his bright red nose blinks!
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333 *)_*%_)#@*%)_@#*%_)*^)_*^_@)*^_)@*&_)*&_)&^_)*^_)#*^_)*^_)@*^_#$^*_@^*#$^_*#^
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334 KOSTA : I am stunned! Your last two entries have broght a completely different,
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335 and welcome light to the story. Terrific! For truths, check P.C.S...
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336 Farley : Happy belated B-Day. I missed the proper day due to modemus busiest
|
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337 affliction. Better late then never though.
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338 Themnax: SW1: Up-Supports DTR; Down-Ignores DTR lead.
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339 SW2: Up-verbose results; Down-Non-verbose result codes.
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340 SW3: Up-Quiet. No results sent; Down-Result codes are sent
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341 SW4: Up-Echo chars in command state; Down-No echo unless half-duplex.
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342 SW5: Up-Auto answer 1st ring; Down-Do not answer.
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343 SW6: Up-Reads status of carrier detect; Down-C.D. true at all times.
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344 SW7: Up-Setting used for RJ11 jack; Down-RJ12 or RJ13 multiline key
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345 set installations.
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346 SW8: Ignore, not used.
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347 Hope this helps...
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348 Voyeur: HONYWELL didn't do too well did it? Did you happen to check in 80-Micro
|
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349 and see the ad for MLINK. "The Best Communications Software you can buy for
|
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350 a MicroComputer Today." Sure it is... And it only costs $250! Maybe we can
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351 stew something up in Turbo Pascal.
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352 *)_$*%)_*%_)@#*%)_@#*%_)@#*%_)@#*% L'homme sans Parity *%_)#*%_@#*%@)_*%!_)*%_@)#
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353 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+>
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354 Zippy: Hows life? I have had an.............interesting weekend. The
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355 drives are perdy anit thay? Do you still plan to gofor a Z80 system? If so
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356 Kevin just might have a deal for you...Speaking of him. Did I tell you about
|
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357 his new job? The one involving an IBM 4341?
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358
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359 Asp
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360 <+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+><+|~
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361 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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362 Follow the Leader
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363
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364 The throngs began nearly a quartermile from the entrance. Every description
|
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365 imaginable stood in the makeshift lines, moving slowly, all with the same
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366 destination. The lucky ones wore nametags. Did they forget who they were, only
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367 to be reminded with the convience on the front of their shirts? Probably not,
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368 but it was fun to think about. Thousands of people waited, some more patiently
|
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369 than others. The occasional press against my back brought me back to reality.
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370 It was always the same. No matter how crammed together people get, there are
|
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371 always more to make the compaction more complete. Always more, it's never-
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372 ending.
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373
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374 The line began to move again. Someone called out from the behind me. "Is
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375 this the line for ticket holders? Am I in the right line?" Replys came from
|
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376 all directions. "Yea, you're in the right line. We're standing in line to
|
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377 buy tickets." "Hey buddy, the ticket line is on the other side of the building.
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378 You aren't supposed to be here unless you already have your ticket." "I'm just
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379 waiting to get up front, so I can find out what the Hell is going on." Everyone
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380 has a different answer. To each his own. Doesn't anyone know what's going on?
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381
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382 This group mentality makes us all dump apes. No one thinks for himself.
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383 We see a line, and immediatly go to the end of it. No one really knows what
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384 the line leads to, or if it has any purpose at all. We're just born to stand
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385 in line and wait.
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386
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387 They treat us all like monkeys.
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388 They make us stand in line.
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389 They give us a hundred dollars a week.
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390 And take back ninety-nine.
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391
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392 "Would you like one today? Would you like one today?" A short man wearing
|
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393 an earing stepped from person to person, offering a small pamphlet. Sometimes
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394 the man moved to a new person with his offering. Other times the line moved
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395 enough that the man's next client moved up to meet him. The reactions were as
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396 varied as the individuals who gave them. Some ignored the man, looking away
|
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397 so to block out the man's existance. Others reacted with sincere interest.
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398 They took the man's literature, and some even continued to talk to the man
|
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399 even when it was painfully obvious the man wished to move on and distribute,
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400 not discuss. A few took the handout without a word, and deposited it on
|
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401 the ground a few feet later, out of the passing man's view. It soon became
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402 a chore to avoid the fallen pages, littered like so many leaves cast with
|
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403 random on the ground.
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404
|
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405 The man was finally far down the line around a curve and out of sight. The
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406 line was moving faster now. People who shuffled before were now forced into
|
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407 a more lively gait. The man in front of me, about fortyish, and balding,
|
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408 the sun glistening off the sweat on top of his head, jerked the arm of the
|
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409 little boy who had accompanied him in this line today. The child was slow,
|
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410 and the father was rather rough in getting him going. That mentality again.
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411 Move forward, more forward, at any cost. Don't care what it takes, just move
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412 forward.
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413
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414 The entrance was coming into sight now, and the line slowed down again.
|
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415 People having trouble with their tickets. Angry shouts drift from ahead.
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416 Someone is obviously disgusted with the slowness, and they aren't shy about
|
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417 showing the world how they feel. Why does Man revert when standing in a line?
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418 Is it something more than 'I Hate to Wait?' Is everyone a type-A person when
|
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419 they stand in a long line? I don't have time to answer these earth-shattering
|
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420 questions now. The line has started to move again, very fast now. I am almost
|
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421 up to the front of the line.
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422
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423 The little group around me would soon be broken up. We would go our
|
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424 separate ways once inside. I would never see the rough man and the little
|
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425 kid again. I would never see the coughing gentleman behind me, who cooled
|
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426 my neck with his blasts of air because he failed to cover his mouth. I
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427 would never see the pamplet man again. I took one of his handouts, and I
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428 didn't throw it away, but that didn't matter. These people were strangers,
|
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429 and they will remain strangers. The last couple hours in the heat, standing,
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430 moving, and standing again means nothing.
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431
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432 I am at the front now at last. The waiting is over. It is worth it though.
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433 It's always worth it at the end of the line, when the waiting is over.
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434
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435 "Sorry sir, wrong line."
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436
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437 A Hopefull Writer
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438 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
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439
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440 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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441 As I stumble down the old road, following a small, grey cable often unused,
|
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442 I see the object of my search ahead. Yes, it's the old, familiar inn!!
|
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443 Mikey, Piper, MIG, and the rest, here I come! But something has changed...
|
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444 The inn is no lonmegerger the same building, quite. One side seems to fuzz
|
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445 away into the distance, but no matter. I have arrived!
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446
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447 HELLO ALL YOU PEOPLE, I'm Back! Aren't yoru glad to see me.....
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448
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449 The inn is crowded, with some old faces, some new. The piper is
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450 engrossed wihtth a strange man, whho reminds me of...well never mind.
|
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451 Looking around, I see a familiar greay heap at a table in the corner.
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452 Hey, MIDG, how are you? Care to fill me in on current events, stories,
|
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453 wars, fantasies, etc.??
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454
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455 God, it's good to be back!!\
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456
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457
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458 Jonathan Chance
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459 &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
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460
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461 SDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSD
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462 Fortunes of a Fool
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463 Ivan the simpletion had never spoken with a frog before. But it did not seem str
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464 ange to him that a fromg knew how to speak; Ivan believed that any animal would
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465 talk, if given provocation. The way they sometimes looked at you, it seemed to I
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466 van that they were just about to speak, only for somereason chose not to at the
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467 last minute. He had shared this insight with his Uncle Vanya in the tavern on ni
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468 ght, and Uncle Vaynya had agreed with him.
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469 "Just so, Ivanushka," he said. "Why, only just this morning, I went into the bar
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470 n to milk the cow, and I was in a hurry so I forgot to warm my hands before the
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471 milking. The moment that I touched her teats, she turned a reproachful look upon
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472 me a'Vanya, your hands are cold.' And I said, 'So they are, I'm sorry, I
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473 forgot to warm them first.' At which the cow nodded understandingly and said, 'I
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474 forgive you, Vanya, but see that you do not forget again.' And, just to remind m
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475 e not to forget, she gave me less milk than she does usually."
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476 And then the men in the tavern had laughed uproariously, and Ivan had laughed wi
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477 th them, though he did not quite see why the story was to funny. But ever since
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478 then, he had always made sure to warm his hands before helping Uncle Vanya with
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479 the milking. And it seemed to him that the cows always looked at him with gratit
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480 ude. Yet, they never spoke to him. But this did not surprise Ivan. After all, he
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481 was a simpleton. Everybody said so, even Uncle Vanya. And if animals only speak
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482 when its important, why should they speak to him? He was not important. Everybod
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483 y said so. Whenever he wanted to discuss something with someone, they smiled at
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484 him and said, "Ivanushka, that's not important."
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485 So Ivan had taken to discussing matters with himself. Not too far behind the lit
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486 tle farm where he lived with Uncle Vanya and Aunt Sonya, there was a stream fed
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487 by the snow that melted from the mountains. A large willow tree grew on the bank
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488 of the little stream, and its roots were thick and protruded from the ground. Th
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489 e way the roots protruded and the tree trunk angled away slightly from the strea
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490 m, it made i nice place to sit, almost like a comforable chair, and Ivan would g
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491 o there every day when his chores were done to nibble on some stale bread, toss
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492 some pebbles in the water, and discuss things with himself. He always paid close
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493 attention when he spoke, even if the things he said were not important.
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494 During a pause in his conversation with himself, Ivan noticed at little frog sit
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495 ting on a rock in the middle of the stream. The frog was watching him intently.
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496 "Are you hungry?" asked Ivan
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497 The little green frog seemed to nod.
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498 "I can offer you some bread," Ivan said, breaking off a frog-sized piece and
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499 tossing it carefully so that it landed on the large flat rock. "I'm sorry that
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500 it's a little stale, but it's all I have."
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501 The frog disn't seem to mind. It greedily gobbled up the little piece of bread,
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502 and Ivan tossed it another .
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503 "Now there's life," Ivan said. "Nothing to do but lie upon a rock all day and su
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504 n yourself. You can take a swim anytime you want, you don't have chores to do,
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505 and if you're hungry, all you need to do is lie very still and wait for a nice
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506 big juicy fly to happen by. And at night you can sings to your heart's content
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507 , and no one yells at you to be quiet. Oh, to be a frog!"
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508 "You woundn't like it very much," the frog said quietly.
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509 Ivan sat up. "What did you say?"
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510 "I said, you woundn't like it very much, being a frog," the frog said, more
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511 distinctly.
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512 "Oh? Why not?"
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513 "Being a frog is vastly overrated," said the frog with a sigh. "It's not as easy
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514 you think. You always have to be on guard for a hungry fox or a ravenous raccoon
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515 . If you lie down upon a rock to close your eyes and sun yourself, some sadistic
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516 child tries to smash you with a stick. The water's very cold, and flies taste
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517 awful. Try eating one and find ou for yourself. And as for the singing, all frog
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518 s ever sing about is how tough life is when you're a frog. I just can't stand it
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519 ."
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520 "But you're a frog," Ivan said. "It's what your lot in life is. My lot in life i
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521 s to get up at dawn and work 'til dusk, doing my chores."
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522 "And to sleep in a warm bed-"
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523 "I sleep on a straw mattress in the barn." Ivan said.
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524 "Whatever. It's a vast improvement over a cold rock."
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525 "That's true," Ivan admitted.
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526 "And you get to eat warm, fresh baked bread-"
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527 "Aunt Sonya sells the bread," said Ivan. "I only get the stale stuff that's left
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528 over."
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529 The frog shot out its long tongue and scored a direct hit on a passing fly.
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530 "There you are," the frog said. "A nice big juicy fly. And it's freshly killed,
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531 not stale. Which would you rather have, the fly or you stale bread?"
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532 "I'll take the bread, I think," Ivan said.
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533 "There, you see? Just as I expected. You're not quite ready to trade places with
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534 me yet, whereas I would trade places with you in an instant. A warm straw mattre
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535 ss and a loaf of stale bread - now there's the stuff of paradise!"
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536 SDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSDSD
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537 More to come!!!
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538 ISIS: bravo!!!
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541 L'homme: I looked at my Archives. I counted only 288 files (boy were We off!),
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542 occupying 10,429,597 (actual, not disk) bytes. If the line numbers were to be
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543 removed, that would free up almost 700K of space. Just thought you'd be interested.
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544 ::::::::::O O:::::::::::::::::::::voyeur::::::::::::::::::::::::O O:::::::::::::
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545 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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546 The slime-stone district is unusual even for this hexisphere of Lananara.
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547 Micro-rails are almost never used for long distance/cross-country transport,
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548 being mostly confined to high-population areas for automatic, schedule on demand
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549 local transport. For county wide nets, the more comodios meter gauge mini-rail
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550 is more common. The only common exception to this is in areas of environmental
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551 fragility and animal migration patterns, here some sort of post and beam mono-
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552 rail is the usual solution.
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553 Destrict Slime-stone's population is too small and its resources too limit-
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554 ed to support even this. It is only because of the historical signifigance of
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555 Castle Grey-slime and its promonent place in the thousand year old prophesys of
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556 Lanujafa that it continues to exist at all.
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557 Outside, in the sunlit baily, five scared and battered horizontaly elongate
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558 crystaloid shaped single-ships nodded and bobbed on thair gravs. Only invisable
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559 teathers of electromagnetic force kept thair eight ton bulk from drifting majes-
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560 ticaly away on the light breeze.
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561 In a small 9-sided room, directly below the 'new' great hall, Debic seated
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562 himself at his time-worn data station, one of nine, in the traditional circular
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563 cluster.
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564 This is another peculiarity of Grey-slime. It is here and nowere else, on
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565 all of Lananara, that a local house of deliberation meets and conducts both
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566 buissness and cerimony in what is essencialy the private residance of the Celo-
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567 op-Soco gaurdian and his or her immediate family. Though in practice, Castle
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568 Grey-slime is a vertual mazriqual-adkar.
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569 Even as the coordinators of Grey-slime, in a calm, and preyrful attitude,
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570 conducted thair consultations, the great Jejkrekian battle-fleet massed to
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571 pounce on that 'helpless planet of pacifists'.
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572 The first item on the agenda in befor Debic and the others was the need to
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573 promote an increased production of ultrasonic powerbands on a massive scale and
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574 distributing them, with approapriat training in thair use, to everyone interes-
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575 ted in becoming so trained and equiped. This was quickly and unanimosly
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576 approved.
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577 At the craftufacturing center in Thededela, Rera had set up a mini pro-
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578 duction facility in her booath. 25 power bands would be completed before the
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579 day was out. Already 10 were finished and it was still morl ning. The remain-
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580 ing 15 were in varios stages of assembly.
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581 She had no idea what was so special about power bands all of a sudden but
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582 the needs list on her persoin nal terminal this morning said something about a
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583 bonus. That was good enough for her. Perhaps she'd be able to save up enough
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584 for a vacation off planet.
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585 *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=* X^n *=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*=*
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586 L'homme:tnx+ for the info. now mby I'll be able to get Michael Peirce's modem
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587 back to him, or who knows.
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588 Miiiig:got those docs ok? They ought to do it. Other m. i. g. showed up ok.
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589 So did Lysias briefly.
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591 ppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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592 SD -- Very true! My cow, Lassie, agrees with you 100 percent, and wishes
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593 to add that people who persist in not warming their hands can find themselves
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594 rudely ejected from the barn by a large manure-covered hoof.
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595 more on story when more disk --
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596 pppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp
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597 Captains log; stardate: 2343.6
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598 luetenaut commang
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599 leutenant commander Spock t
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604 speculation. Though he will recover,
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605 the enterprise lie's helpless to the
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606 Klingon's mass attacks. I have been
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618 ^^^^^ confusion is not an obstacle, but merely the means to
|
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619 ^^^^^ greater enlightenment. (i wish i were as wise as i sound)
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