From owner-freebsd-java@FreeBSD.ORG Sun Aug 30 10:56:17 2009 Return-Path: Delivered-To: freebsd-java@hub.freebsd.org Received: from mx1.freebsd.org (mx1.freebsd.org [IPv6:2001:4f8:fff6::34]) by hub.freebsd.org (Postfix) with ESMTP id 9C71A106566B for ; Sun, 30 Aug 2009 10:56:17 +0000 (UTC) (envelope-from aegospotami@brinksma.com) Received: from rflymo.tiscali.it (host-78-12-52-164.cust-adsl.tiscali.it [78.12.52.164]) by mx1.freebsd.org (Postfix) with SMTP id 675818FC15 for ; Sun, 30 Aug 2009 10:56:15 +0000 (UTC) Message-ID: <4A9A591C.6080206@aens.nl> Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 12:56:18 +0200 From: Bilton User-Agent: Thunderbird 2.0.0.19 (Windows/20081209) MIME-Version: 1.0 To: freebsd-java@hub.freebsd.org Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="------------090904070101050805090507" X-Content-Filtered-By: Mailman/MimeDel 2.1.5 Cc: Subject: Ice as high, had a short, ugly head, and an enormous thick neck. " X-BeenThere: freebsd-java@freebsd.org X-Mailman-Version: 2.1.5 Precedence: list List-Id: Porting Java to FreeBSD List-Unsubscribe: , List-Archive: List-Post: List-Help: List-Subscribe: , X-List-Received-Date: Sun, 30 Aug 2009 10:56:17 -0000 This is a multi-part message in MIME format. --------------090904070101050805090507 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-15; format=flowed Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit U have some milk, Tobermory?" asked Lady Blemley in a rather strained voice. "I don't mind if I do," was the response, couched in a tone of even indifference. A shiver of suppressed excitement went through the listeners, and Lady Blemley might be excused for pouring out the saucerful of milk rather unsteadily. "I'm afraid I've spilt a good deal of it," she said apologetically. "After all, it's not my Axminster," was Tobermory's rejoinder. Another silence fell on the group, and then Miss Resker, in her best district-visitor manner, asked if the human language had been difficult to learn. Tobermory looked squarely at her for a moment and then fixed his gaze serenely on the middle distance. It was obvious that boring questions lay outside his scheme of life. "What do you think of human intelligence?" asked Mavis Pellington lamely. "Of whose intelligence in particular?" asked Tobermory coldly. "Oh, well, mine for instance," said Mavis, with a feeble laugh. "You put me in an embarrassing position," said Tobermory, whose tone and attitude certainly did not suggest a shred of embarrassment. "When your inclusion in this house-party was suggested Sir Wilfrid protested that you wer --------------090904070101050805090507--