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kyler writes "Apparently unix.com was able to afford the lawyers to fight off X/open from stealing their domain name in the wipo domain dispute.
If the domain unix.com doesn't violate the UNIX trademark, what gives them the right to take unix.net away from me and unix.org away from Michael? This is ludacris" We had the story about unix.org losing their battle so this is a Good Thing.
Is this spelling of ludicrous. :)
... or is this just another victory to be appealed away?... anyone know how well this can stand up in the future?
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This is ludacris
Maybe it was because their lawyers could spell?
(psst; "ludicrous.")
There goes my chances of stealing windows.com for my windows washing business.
The editors posted it without noticing -
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Chapter 10
The Breaking of the Fellowship
Aragorn led them to the right arm of the River. Here upon its western side under the shadow of Tol Brandir a green lawn ran down to the water from the feet of Amon Hen. Behind it rose the first gentle slopes of the hill clad with trees, and trees marched away westward along the curving shores of the lake. A little spring fell tumbling down and fed the grass.
'Here we will rest tonight,' said Aragorn. `This is the lawn of Parth Galen: a fair place in the summer days of old. Let us hope that no evil has yet come here.'
They drew up their boats on the green banks, and beside them they made their camp. They set a watch, but had no sight nor sound of their enemies. If Gollum had contrived to follow them, he remained unseen and unheard. Nonetheless as the night wore on Aragorn grew uneasy, tossing often in his sleep and waking. In the small hours he got up and came to Frodo, whose turn it was to watch.
`Why are you waking? ' asked Frodo. `It is not your watch.'
`I do not know,' answered Aragorn; `but a shadow and a threat has been growing in my sleep. It would be well to draw your sword.'
`Why? ' said Frodo. `Are enemies at hand? '
`Let us see what Sting may show,' answered Aragorn.
Frodo then drew the elf-blade from its sheath. To his dismay the edges gleamed dimly in the night. `Orcs! ' he said. `Not very near, and yet too near, it seems.'
`I feared as much,' said Aragorn. `But maybe they are not on this side of the River. The light of Sting is faint, and it may point to no more than spies of Mordor roaming on the slopes of Amon Lhaw. I have never heard before of Orcs upon Amon Hen. Yet who knows what may happen in these evil days, now that Minas Tirith no longer holds secure the passages of Anduin. We must go warily tomorrow.'
The day came like fire and smoke. Low in the East there were black bars of cloud like the fumes of a great burning. The rising sun lit them from beneath with flames of murky red; but soon it climbed above them into a clear sky. The summit of Tol Brandir was tipped with gold. Frodo looked out eastward and gazed at the tall island. Its sides sprang sheer out of the running water. High up above the tall cliffs were steep slopes upon which trees climbed, mounting one head above another; and above them again were grey faces of inaccessible rock, crowned by a great spire of stone. Many birds were circling about it, but no sign of other living things could be seen.
When they had eaten, Aragorn called the Company together. `The day has come at last,' he said: 'the day of choice which we have long delayed. What shall now become of our Company that has travelled so far in fellowship? Shall we turn west with Boromir and go to the wars of Gondor; or turn east to the Fear and Shadow; or shall we break our fellowship and go this way and that as each may choose? Whatever we do must be done soon. We cannot long halt here. The enemy is on the eastern shore, we know; but I fear that the Orcs may already be on this side of the water.'
There was a long silence in which no one spoke or moved.
'Well, Frodo,' said Aragorn at last. `I fear that the burden is laid upon you. You are the Bearer appointed by the Council. Your own way you alone can choose. In this matter I cannot advise you. I am not Gandalf, and though I have tried to bear his part, I do not know what design or hope he had for this hour, if indeed he had any. Most likely it seems that if he were here now the choice would still wait on you. Such is your fate.'
Frodo did not answer at once. Then he spoke slowly. `I know that haste is needed, yet I cannot choose. The burden is heavy. Give me an hour longer, and I will speak. Let me be alone! '
Aragorn looked at him with kindly pity. `Very well, Frodo son of Drogo,' he said. `You shall have an hour, and you shall be alone. We will stay here for a while. But do not stray far or out of call.'
Frodo sat for a moment with his head bowed. Sam, who had been watching his master with great concern, shook his head and muttered: 'Plain as a pikestaff it is, but it's no good Sam Gamgee putting in his spoke just now.'
Presently Frodo got up and walked away; and Sam saw that while the others restrained themselves and did not stare at him, the eyes of Boromir followed Frodo intently, until he passed out of sight in the trees at the foot of Amon Hen.
Wandering aimlessly at first in the wood, Frodo found that his feet were leading him up towards the slopes of the hill. He came to a path, the dwindling ruins of a road of long ago. In steep places stairs of stone had been hewn, but now they were cracked and worn, and split by the roots of trees. For some while he climbed, not caring which way he went, until he came to a grassy place. Rowan-trees grew about it, and in the midst was a wide flat stone. The little upland lawn was open upon the East and was filled now with the early sunlight. Frodo halted and looked out over the River, far below him, to Tol Brandir and the birds wheeling in the great gulf of air between him and the untrodden isle. The voice of Rauros was a mighty roaring mingled with a deep throbbing boom.
He sat down upon the stone and cupped his chin in his hands, staring eastwards but seeing little with his eyes. All that had happened since Bilbo left the Shire was passing through his mind, and he recalled and pondered everything that he could remember of Gandalf's words. Time went on, and still he was no nearer to a choice.
Suddenly he awoke from his thoughts: a strange feeling came to him that something was behind him, that unfriendly eyes were upon him. He sprang up and turned; but all that he saw to his surprise was Boromir, and his face was smiling and kind.
`I was afraid for you, Frodo,' he said, coming forward. `If Aragorn is right and Orcs are near, then none of us should wander alone, and you least of all: so much depends on you. And my heart too is heavy. May I stay now and talk for a while, since I have found you? It would comfort me. Where there are so many, all speech becomes a debate without end. But two together may perhaps find wisdom.'
`You are kind,' answered Frodo. 'But I do not think that any speech will help me. For I know what I should do, but I am afraid of doing it, Boromir: afraid.'
Boromir stood silent. Rauros roared endlessly on. The wind murmured in the branches of the trees. Frodo shivered.
Suddenly Boromir came and sat beside him. `Are you sure that you do not suffer needlessly? ' he said. `I wish to help you. You need counsel in your hard choice. Will you not take mine? '
'I think I know already what counsel you would give, Boromir,' said Frodo. 'And it would seem like wisdom but for the warning of my heart.'
`Warning? Warning against what? ' said Boromir sharply.
'Against delay. Against the way that seems easier. Against refusal of the burden that is laid on me. Against-well, if it must be said, against trust in the strength and truth of Men.'
`Yet that strength has long protected you far away in your little country, though you knew it not.'
'I do not doubt the valour of your people. But the world is changing. The walls of Minas Tirith may be strong, but they are not strong enough. If they fail, what then? '
'We shall fall in battle valiantly. Yet there is still hope that they will not fail.'
'No hope while the Ring lasts,' said Frodo.
'Ah! The Ring! ' said Boromir, his eyes lighting. 'The Ring! Is it not a strange fate that we should suffer so much fear and doubt for so small a thing? So small a thing! And I have seen it only for an instant in the House of Elrond. Could I not have a sight of it again? '
Frodo looked up. His heart went suddenly cold. He caught the strange gleam in Boromir's eyes, yet his face was still kind and friendly. 'It is best that it should lie hidden,' he answered.
'As you wish. I care not,' said Boromir. 'Yet may I not even speak of it? For you seem ever to think only of its power in the hands of the Enemy: of its evil uses not of its good. The world is changing, you say. Minas Tirith will fall, if the Ring lasts. But why? Certainly, if the Ring were with the Enemy. But why, if it were with us? '
'Were you not at the Council? ' answered Frodo. `Because we cannot use it, and what is done with it turns to evil.'
Boromir got up and walked about impatiently. 'So you go on,' he cried. 'Gandalf, Elrond - all these folk have taught you to say so. For themselves they may be right. These elves and half-elves and wizards, they would come to grief perhaps. Yet often I doubt if they are wise and not merely timid. But each to his own kind. True-hearted Men, they will not be corrupted. We of Minas Tirith have been staunch through long years of trial. We do not desire the power of wizard-lords, only strength to defend ourselves, strength in a just cause. And behold! in our need chance brings to light the Ring of Power. It is a gift, I say; a gift to the foes of Mordor. It is mad not to use it, to use the power of the Enemy against him. The fearless, the ruthless, these alone will achieve victory. What could not a warrior do in this hour, a great leader? What could not Aragorn do? Or if he refuses, why not Boromir? The Ring would give me power of Command. How I would drive the hosts of Mordor, and all men would flock to my banner!'
Boromir strode up and down, speaking ever more loudly: Almost he seemed to have forgotten Frodo, while his talk dwelt on walls and weapons, and the mustering of men; and he drew plans for great alliances and glorious victories to be; and he cast down Mordor, and became himself a mighty king, benevolent and wise. Suddenly he stopped and waved his arms.
'And they tell us to throw it away!' he cried. `I do not say destroy it. That might be well, if reason could show any hope of doing so. It does not. The only plan that is proposed to us is that a halfling should walk blindly into Mordor and offer the Enemy every chance of recapturing it for himself. Folly!
'Surely you see it, my friend?' he said, turning now suddenly to Frodo again. `You say that you are afraid. If it is so, the boldest should pardon you. But is it not really your good sense that revolts?'
'No, I am afraid,' said Frodo. 'Simply afraid. But I am glad to have heard you speak so fully. My mind is clearer now.'
`Then you will come to Minas Tirith? ' cried Boromir. His eyes were shining and his face eager.
`You misunderstand me,' said Frodo.
'But you will come, at least for a while? ' Boromir persisted. 'My city is not far now; and it is little further from there to Mordor than from here. We have been long in the wilderness, and you need news of what the Enemy is doing before you make a move. Come with me, Frodo,' he said. `You need rest before your venture. if go you must.' He laid his hand on the hobbit's shoulder in friendly fashion; but Frodo felt the hand trembling with suppressed excitement. He stepped quickly away, and eyed with alarm the tall Man, nearly twice his height and many times his match in strength.
`Why are you so unfriendly? ' said Boromir. `I am a true man, neither thief nor tracker. I need your Ring: that you know now; but I give you my word that I do not desire to keep it. Will you not at least let me make trial of my plan? Lend me the Ring! '
`No! no! ' cried Frodo. 'The Council laid it upon me to bear it.'
`It is by our own folly that the Enemy will defeat us,' cried Boromir. `How it angers me! Fool! Obstinate fool! Running wilfully to death and ruining our cause. If any mortals have claim to the Ring, it is the men of Numenor, and not Halflings. It is not yours save by unhappy chance. It might have been mine. It should be mine. Give it to me! '
Frodo did not answer, but moved away till the great flat stone stood between them. `Come, come, my friend! ' said Boromir in a softer voice. 'Why not get rid of it? Why not be free of your doubt and fear? You can lay the blame on me, if you will. You can say that I was too strong and took it by force. For I am too strong for you, halfling,' he cried; and suddenly he sprang over the stone and leaped at Frodo. His fair and pleasant face was hideously changed; a raging fire was in his eyes.
Frodo dodged aside and again put the stone between them. There was only one thing he could do: trembling he pulled out the Ring upon its chain and quickly slipped it on his finger, even as Boromir sprang at him again. The Man gasped, stared for a moment amazed, and then ran wildly about, seeking here and there among the rocks and trees.
'Miserable trickster!' he shouted. `Let me get my hands on you! Now I see your mind. You will take the Ring to Sauron and sell us all. You have only waited your chance to leave us in the lurch. Curse you and all halflings to death and darkness! ' Then, catching his foot on a stone, he fell sprawling and lay upon his face. For a while he was as still as if his own curse had struck him down; then suddenly he wept.
He rose and passed his hand over his eyes, dashing away the tears. 'What have I said? ' he cried. `What have I done? Frodo, Frodo! ' he called. 'Come back! A madness took me, but it has passed. Come back! '
There was no answer. Frodo did not even hear his cries. He was already far away, leaping blindly up the path to the hill-top. Terror and grief shook him, seeing in his thought the mad fierce face of Boromir, and his burning eyes.
Soon he came out alone on the summit of Amon Hen, and halted, gasping for breath. He saw as through a mist a wide flat circle, paved with mighty flags, and surrounded with a crumbling battlement; and in the middle, set upon four carven pillars, was a high seat, reached by a stair of many steps. Up he went and sat upon the ancient chair, feeling like a lost child that had clambered upon the throne of mountain-kings.
At first he could see little. He seemed to be in a world of mist in which there were only shadows: the Ring was upon him. Then here and there the mist gave way and he saw many visions: small and clear as if they were under his eyes upon a table, and yet remote. There was no sound, only bright living images. The world seemed to have shrunk and fallen silent. He was sitting upon the Seat of Seeing, on Amon Hen, the Hill of the Eye of the Men of Numenor. Eastward he looked into wide uncharted lands, nameless plains, and forests unexplored. Northward he looked, and the Great River lay like a ribbon beneath him, and the Misty Mountains stood small and hard as broken teeth. Westward he looked and saw the broad pastures of Rohan; and Orthanc, the pinnacle of Isengard, like a black spike. Southward he looked, and below his very feet the Great River curled like a toppling wave and plunged over the falls of Rauros into a foaming pit; a glimmering rainbow played upon the fume. And Ethir Anduin he saw, the mighty delta of the River, and myriads of sea-birds whirling like a white dust in the sun, and beneath them a green and silver sea, rippling in endless lines.
But everywhere he looked he saw the signs of war. The Misty Mountains were crawling like anthills: orcs were issuing out of a thousand holes. Under the boughs of Mirkwood there was deadly strife of Elves and Men and fell beasts. The land of the Beornings was aflame; a cloud was over Moria; smoke rose on the borders of Lorien.
Horsemen were galloping on the grass of Rohan; wolves poured from Isengard. From the havens of Harad ships of war put out to sea; and out of the East Men were moving endlessly: swordsmen, spearmen, bowmen upon horses, chariots of chieftains and laden wains. All the power of the Dark Lord was in motion. Then turning south again he beheld Minas Tirith. Far away it seemed. and beautiful: white-walled, many-towered, proud and fair upon its mountain-seat; its battlements glittered with steel, and its turrets were bright with many banners. Hope leaped in his heart. But against Minas Tirith was set another fortress, greater and more strong. Thither, eastward, unwilling his eye was drawn. It passed the ruined bridges of Osgiliath, the grinning gates of Minas Morgul. and the haunted Mountains, and it looked upon Gorgoroth, the valley of terror in the Land of Mordor. Darkness lay there under the Sun. Fire glowed amid the smoke. Mount Doom was burning, and a great reek rising. Then at last his gaze was held: wall upon wall, battlement upon battlement, black, immeasurably strong, mountain of iron, gate of steel, tower of adamant, he saw it: Barad-dur, Fortress of Sauron. All hope left him.
And suddenly he felt the Eye. There was an eye in the Dark Tower that did not sleep. He knew that it had become aware of his gaze. A fierce eager will was there. It leaped towards him; almost like a finger he felt it, searching for him. Very soon it would nail him down, know just exactly where he was. Amon Lhaw it touched. It glanced upon Tol Brandir he threw himself from the seat, crouching, covering his head with his grey hood.
He heard himself crying out: Never, never! Or was it: Verily I come, I come to you? He could not tell. Then as a flash from some other point of power there came to his mind another thought: Take it off! Take it off! Fool, take it off! Take off the Ring!
The two powers strove in him. For a moment, perfectly balanced between their piercing points, he writhed, tormented. Suddenly he was aware of himself again. Frodo, neither the Voice nor the Eye: free to choose, and with one remaining instant in which to do so. He took the Ring off his finger. He was kneeling in clear sunlight before the high seat. A black shadow seemed to pass like an arm above him; it missed Amon Hen and groped out west, and faded. Then all the sky was clean and blue and birds sang in every tree.
Frodo rose to his feet. A great weariness was on him, but his will was firm and his heart lighter. He spoke aloud to himself. `I will do now what I must,' he said. 'This at least is plain: the evil of the Ring is already at work even in the Company, and the Ring must leave them before it does more harm. I will go alone. Some I cannot trust, and those I can trust are too dear to me: poor old Sam, and Merry and Pippin. Strider, too: his heart yearns for Minas Tirith, and he will be needed there, now Boromir has fallen into evil. I will go alone. At once.'
He went quickly down the path and came back to the lawn where Boromir had found him. Then he halted, listening. He thought he could hear cries and calls from the woods near the shore below.
'They'll be hunting for me,' he said. `I wonder how long I have been away. Hours, I should think.' He hesitated. 'What can I do? ' he muttered. 'I must go now or I shall never go. I shan't get a chance again. I hate leaving them, and like this without any explanation. But surely they will understand. Sam will. And what else can I do?'
Slowly he drew out the Ring and put it on once more. He vanished and passed down the hill, less than a rustle of the wind.
The others remained long by the river-side. For some time they had been silent, moving restlessly about; but now they were sitting in a circle, and they were talking. Every now and again they made efforts to speak of other things, of their long road and many adventures; they questioned Aragorn concerning the realm of Gondor and its ancient history, and the remnants of its great works that could still be seen in this strange border-land of the Emyn Muil: the stone kings and the seats of Lhaw and Hen, and the great Stair beside the falls of Rauros. But always their thoughts and words strayed back to Frodo and the Ring. What would Frodo choose to do? Why was he hesitating?
`He is debating which course is the most desperate, I think,' said Aragorn. 'And well he may. It is now more hopeless than ever for the Company to go east, since we have been tracked by Gollum, and must fear that the secret of our journey is already betrayed. But Minas Tirith is no nearer to the Fire and the destruction of the Burden.
`We may remain there for a while and make a brave stand; but the Lord Denethor and all his men cannot hope to do what even Elrond said was beyond his power: either to keep the Burden secret. or to hold off the full might of the Enemy when he comes to take it. Which way would any of us choose in Frodo's place? I do not know. Now indeed we miss Gandalf most.'
'Grievous is our loss,' said Legolas. 'Yet we must needs make up our minds without his aid. Why cannot we decide, and so help Frodo? Let us call him back and then vote! I should vote for Minas Tirith.'
`And so should I,' said Gimli. 'We, of course, were only sent to help the Bearer along the road, to go no further than we wished; and none of us is under any oath or command to seek Mount Doom. Hard was my parting from Lothlorien. Yet I have come so far, and I say this: now we have reached the last choice, it is clear to me that I cannot leave Frodo. I would choose Minas Tirith, but if he does not, then I follow him.'
`And I too will go with him,' said Legolas. `It would be faithless now to say farewell.'
'It would indeed be a betrayal, if we all left him,' said Aragorn. 'But if he goes east, then all need not go with him; nor do I think that all should. That venture is desperate: as much so for eight as for three or two, or one alone. If you would let me choose, then I should appoint three companions: Sam, who could not bear it otherwise; and Gimli; and myself. Boromir will return to his own city, where his father and his people need him; and with him the others should go, or at least Meriadoc and Peregrin, if Legolas is not willing to leave us.'
`That won't do at all! ' cried Merry. 'We can't leave Frodo! Pippin and I always intended to go wherever he went, and we still do. But we did not realize what that would mean. It seemed different so far away, in the Shire or in Rivendell. It would be mad and cruel to let Frodo go to Mordor. Why can't we stop him?'
'We must stop him,' said Pippin. `And that is what he is worrying about, I am sure. He knows we shan't agree to his going east. And he doesn't like to ask anyone to go with him, poor old fellow. Imagine it: going off to Mordor alone! ' Pippin shuddered. 'But the dear silly old hobbit, he ought to know that he hasn't got to ask. He ought to know that if we can't stop him, we shan't leave him.'
'Begging your pardon,' said Sam. 'I don't think you understand my master at all. He isn't hesitating about which way to go. Of course not! What's the good of Minas Tirith anyway? To him, I mean, begging your pardon, Master Boromir,' he added, and turned. It was then that they discovered that Boromir, who at first had been sitting silent on the outside of the circle, was no longer there.
`Now where's he got to? ' cried Sam, looking worried. 'He's been a bit queer lately, to my mind. But anyway he's not in this business. He's off to his home, as he always said; and no blame to him. But Mr. Frodo, he knows he's got to find the Cracks of Doom, if he can. But he's afraid. Now it's come to the point, he's just plain terrified. That's what his trouble is. Of course he's had a bit of schooling, so to speak-we all have-since we left home, or he'd be so terrified he'd just fling the Ring in the River and bolt. But he's still too frightened to start. And he isn't worrying about us either: whether we'll go along with him or no. He knows we mean to. That's another thing that's bothering him. If he screws himself up to go, he'll want to go alone. Mark my words! We're going to have trouble when he comes back. For he'll screw himself up all right, as sure as his name's Baggins.'
'I believe you speak more wisely than any of us, Sam,' said Aragorn. `And what shall we do, if you prove right? '
'Stop him! Don't let him go! ' cried Pippin.
'I wonder? ' said Aragorn. `He is the Bearer, and the fate of the Burden is on him. I do not think that it is our part to drive him one way or the other. Nor do I think that we should succeed, if we tried. There are other powers at work far stronger.'
`Well, I wish Frodo would "screw himself up" and come back. and let us get it over,' said Pippin. `This waiting is horrible! Surely the time is up? '
`Yes,' said Aragorn. 'The hour is long passed. The morning is wearing away. We must call for him.'
At that moment Boromir reappeared. He came out from the trees and walked towards them without speaking. His face looked grim and sad. He paused as if counting those that were present, and then sat down aloof, with his eyes on the ground.
`Where have you been, Boromir? ' asked Aragorn. `Have you seen Frodo? '
Boromir hesitated for a second. `Yes, and no,' he answered slowly. `Yes: I found him some way up the hill, and I spoke to him. I urged him to come to Minas Tirith and not to go east. I grew angry and he left me. He vanished. I have never seen such a thing happen before. though I have heard of it in tales. He must have put the Ring on. I could not find him again. I thought he would return to you.'
'Is that all that you have to say? ' said Aragorn, looking hard and not too kindly at Boromir.
`Yes,' he answered. `I will say no more yet.'
`This is bad!' cried Sam, jumping up. `I don't know what this Man has been up to. Why should Mr. Frodo put the thing on? He didn't ought to have; and if he has, goodness knows what may have happened!'
'But he wouldn't keep it on`' said Merry. `Not when he had escaped the unwelcome visitor, like Bilbo used to.'
`But where did he go? Where is he? ' cried Pippin. 'He's been away ages now.'
`How long is it since you saw Frodo last, Boromir? ' asked Aragorn.
`Half an hour, maybe,' he answered. `Or it might be an hour. I have wandered for some time since. I do not know! I do not know! ' He put his head in his hands, and sat as if bowed with grief.
`An hour since he vanished! ' shouted Sam. `We must try and find him at once. Come on! '
`Wait a moment! ' cried Aragorn. `We must divide up into pairs, and arrange-here, hold on! Wait! '
It was no good. They took no notice of him. Sam had dashed off first. Merry and Pippin had followed, and were already disappearing westward into the trees by the shore, shouting: Frodo! Frodo! in their clear, high hobbit-voices. Legolas and Gimli were running. A sudden panic or madness seemed to have fallen on the Company.
`We shall all be scattered and lost,' groaned Aragorn. `Boromir! I do not know what part you have played in this mischief, but help now! Go after those two young hobbits, and guard them at the least, even if you cannot find Frodo. Come back to this spot, if you find him, or any traces of him. I shall return soon.'
Aragorn sprang swiftly away and went in pursuit of Sam. Just as he reached the little lawn among the rowans he overtook him, toiling uphill, panting and calling, Frodo!
`Come with me, Sam! ' he said. `None of us should be alone. There is mischief about. I feel it. I am going to the top, to the Seat of Amon Hen, to see what may be seen. And look! It is as my heart guessed, Frodo went this way. Follow me, and keep your eyes open! ' He sped up the path.
Sam did his best, but he could not keep up with Strider the Ranger, and soon fell behind. He had not gone far before Aragorn was out of sight ahead. Sam stopped and puffed. Suddenly he clapped his hand to his head.
`Whoa, Sam Gamgee! ' he said aloud. `Your legs are too short, so use your head! Let me see now! Boromir isn't lying, that's not his way; but he hasn't told us everything. Something scared Mr. Frodo badly. He screwed himself up to the point, sudden. He made up his mind at last to go. Where to? Off East. Not without Sam? Yes, without even his Sam. That's hard, cruel hard.'
Sam passed his hand over his eyes, brushing away the tears. 'Steady, Gamgee! ' he said. `Think, if you can! He can't fly across rivers, and he can't jump waterfalls. He's got no gear. So he's got to get back to the boats. Back to the boats! Back to the boats, Sam, like lightning! '
Sam turned and bolted back down the path. He fell and cut his knees. Up he got and ran on. He came to the edge of the lawn of Parth Galen by the shore, where the boats were drawn up out of the water. No one was there. There seemed to be cries in the woods behind, but he did not heed them. He stood gazing for a moment. stock-still, gaping. A boat was sliding down the bank all by itself. With a shout Sam raced across the grass. The boat slipped into the water.
`Coming, Mr. Frodo! Coming! ' called Sam, and flung himself from the bank, clutching at the departing boat. He missed it by a yard. With a cry and a splash he fell face downward into deep swift water. Gurgling he went under, and the River closed over his curly head.
An exclamation of dismay came from the empty boat. A paddle swirled and the boat put about. Frodo was just in time to grasp Sam by the hair as he came up, bubbling and struggling. Fear was staring in his round brown eyes.
`Up you come, Sam my lad! ' said Frodo. `Now take my hand! '
`Save me, Mr. Frodo! ' gasped Sam. `I'm drownded. I can't see your hand.'
`Here it is. Don't pinch, lad! I won't let you go. Tread water and don't flounder, or you'll upset the boat. There now, get hold of the side, and let me use the paddle! '
With a few strokes Frodo brought the boat back to the bank. and Sam was able to scramble out, wet as a water-rat. Frodo took off the Ring and stepped ashore again.
`Of all the confounded nuisances you are the worst, Sam! ' he said.
'Oh, Mr. Frodo, that's hard! ' said Sam shivering. `That's hard, trying to go without me and all. If I hadn't a guessed right, where would you be now? '
`Safely on my way.'
`Safely! ' said Sam. `All alone and without me to help you? I couldn't have a borne it, it'd have been the death of me.'
'It would be the death of you to come with me, Sam,' said Frodo and I could not have borne that.'
`Not as certain as being left behind,' said Sam.
`But I am going to Mordor.'
`I know that well enough, Mr. Frodo. Of course you are. And I'm coming with you.'
`Now, Sam,' said Frodo, `don't hinder me! The others will be coming back at any minute. If they catch me here. I shall have to argue and explain, and I shall never have the heart or the chance to get off. But I must go at once. It's the only way.'
`Of course it is,' answered Sam. 'But not alone. I'm coming too, or neither of us isn't going. I'll knock holes in all the boats first.'
Frodo actually laughed. A sudden warmth and gladness touched his heart. `Leave one! 'he said. `We'll need it. But you can't come like this without your gear or food or anything.'
'Just hold on a moment, and I'll get my stuff!' cried Sam eagerly. 'It's all ready. I thought we should be off today.' He rushed to the camping place, fished out his pack from the pile where Frodo had laid it when he emptied the boat of his companions' goods grabbed a spare blanket, and some extra packages of food, and ran back.
`So all my plan is spoilt! ' said Frodo. `It is no good trying to escape you. But I'm glad, Sam. I cannot tell you how glad. Come along! It is plain that we were meant to go together. We will go, and may the others find a safe road! Strider will look after them. I don't suppose we shall see them again.'
`Yet we may, Mr Frodo. We may,' said Sam.
So Frodo and Sam set off on the last stage of the Quest together. Frodo paddled away from the shore, and the River bore them swiftly away. down the western arm, and past the frowning cliffs of Tol Brandir. The roar of the great falls drew nearer. Even with such help as Sam could give, it was hard work to pass across the current at the southward end of the island and drive the boat eastward towards the far shore.
At length they came to land again upon the southern slopes of Amon Lhaw. There they found a shelving shore, and they drew the boat out, high above the water, and hid it as well as they could behind a great boulder. Then shouldering their burdens, they set off, seeking a path that would bring them over the grey hills of the Emyn Muil, and down into the Land of Shadow.
Here ends the first part of the history of the War of the Ring.
The second part is called THE TWO TOWERS, since the events recounted in it are dominated by ORTHANC, the citadel of Saruman, and the fortress of MINAS MORGUL that guards the secret entrance to Mordor; it tells of the deeds and perils of all the members of the now sundered fellowship, until the coming of the Great Darkness.
The third part tells of the last defence against the Shadow, and the end of the mission of the Ring-bearer in THE RETURN OF THE KING.
isn't unix dying?
No security through obscurity: my password is goatse. Stop me before I troll again.
Although many cases of domain disputes are clear cut, such as the one between etoy and etoys, where one should be allowed to keep their domain, this is quite different.
You'll notice that the unix.com domain was registered by these people in May 2000. Obviously they knew the word "Unix" has been a trademark of the X/Open group for many years.
For them to register unix.com is incredibly misleading to anyone who may expect an offical Unix company website there.
The administrators of unix.org and unix.net have more rights to their domain names as they are not flying under the banner of a "Unix company".
So, it's another stupid domain resolution. They just seem to have it completely backwards!
They chose, `notorious'. That's kinda sweet.
- SMJ - (It's not just a name: it's a bad aftertaste.)
When I visit www.unix.net, I get a picture of a pixilated finger, and the words, "Fuck You Open Group."
As "ludacris" as it might seem, I don't believe this is the type of site that WIPO is going to take seriously in a domain arbitration hearing. I don't care how rich you are, you can't lawyer away the middle finger.
And I thought only slashdot moderators could make us laugh. ...
Thise are endeed ludacris spaling skillzzzzz
This whole notion of trademarks entailing a right to ownership of domains is ludicrous. On a side note, does the date of the trademark in relation to the registration date of the domain have any correlation then?
There's a few existing domains I'd like without trademarked names. What's to stop me from trademarking the name after the fact and petitioning for ownership of the related domain names?
Whenever someone grabs a domain name similar to an OSDN friendly site, we get to hear all about the use of squatting for advertising, or even profiling, but when some company tries to claim a name that, in all reasonableness is rightfully theirs, it's corporate oppression? Nice double standard there.
"ludacris"? wtf, learn how to spell idiot.
If the domain unix.com doesn't violate the UNIX trademark, what gives them the right to take unix.net
Because being an opensource advocate means that you give up material possesions like domain names.
This is ludacris
hell no nigga it ain't. This is Ludacris, foo'. Check yo spelling, y`all sucka MCs meant ludicrous.
Ahem...
This is Ludacris and i've never heard him mention unix while rapping... did you mean ludicrous perhaps? ;)
..that they would at least run it through Word spell checker before posting.
even after reading the article I am left confused.
Who do I cheer for? Theres no Microsoft nor RIAA or MPAA to boo. I guess since its all unix I should root(pardon the pun) for them both.
-THIS SPACE FOR RENT!
i propose the following solution:
unix.com goes to the holders of the trademark, and current owners of it get asterisknix.com, since that's what they really mean/want.
everybody happy?
(ok, asterisknix.com doesn't really exist, but it _could_)
Is it just me or is unix.org now a blank page? I believe if you're going to say that someone is wrongfully holding your domain (cybersquatting), you should also put something better there. A blank page is not better than a site for discussion. It's stupid decisions like ruling unix.org was cybersquatting which make it necessary to add new TLDs. It's the companies that buy up domains and sit on them.
Jack Buck (1924-2002)
Darryl Kile (1968-2002)
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I guess since its all unix I should root(pardon the pun) for them both.
Which I hope you mean in the american sense and not the australian sense of the word.;-)
Why the FUCK would anybody use PD-fucking-F to publish a press release? How the fuck am I supposed to read it over an ssh connection using lynx? Jesus fucking christ!
Are you some kind of freak?
Does the words GUI scare you or something.
To declare war on Iraq would be the most stupid thing to do. Because :
1/ Iraq would use its nuclear weapons, just because of this, they don't have a good enough reason yet, don't give them one.
2/ What do you want to attain by that ? Replace Saddam ? with another one like him ? The USA has placed Saddam there HYPOCRITS
Linux.org sues the OSDN over Linux.com
I wouldnt have even posted mine if i had seen that someone had done the exact same basic thing quicker than i did, while I hunt and pecked my link in for the pic.
His is far funnier than mine, it's got that urban flair that compliments the point we both hit upon. I wouldn't have been surprised to end up modded to redundant and him to +4 or 5 funny, but ya never can tell what's gonna happen i guess.
$ fsck /dev/you /dev/loop if you really want to
FSCK : Error, cant fsck yourself. Try
FSCK you open group
- ... so this is a Good Thing.
Surely we can make up our own minds about that.Remember, everyone -- this is just some guy's opinion and not a fact.
Seriously, dude, if you can't spell "ludicrous", you don't deserve to have a domain.
Let's take ALL the domain names that have been stolen by big businesses who were too stupid to register the disputed doamin names back when the net began to take off for the general public. I say we start in 1994 and reject any and all claims by businesses, like McDonalds, et al. Free the net for parody and free speech. De-commercialize the net and put it back to where it began, a not for profit entity.
Flamebait or Troll maybe.
Is it so hard to spell check?
If the editors are paid then they are viewed by the public as professionals.
It makes me wonder if the reason for VA's stock taking a nosedive is that investors saw this site and the unprofessional conduct of the operators and realized they were dealing with something that would never make a profit for them.
Who run Barter Town?
Notice the dramatic difference here between results of three-judge panels (unix.com) and an individual arbitrator (unix.org). The published statistics show that single-judge arbitrations tend to be dramatically slanted pro-Complainant, with more balanced (but still generally proComplainant) results arising from a three-judge panel.
The Complainant gets to pick the arbitration house -- and will invariably pick the one with the strongest published pro-Complainant statistics. The respondant cannot challenge that choice, but under the rules may opt for the three-judge panel.
The fight is now on for Eunuchs.com. I hope they have money left!
HOW can the parent be redundant? The mods obviously have NO IDEA to what the post is referring, and NO IDEA what they're doing.
After all the trouble the mobilix folks got into from the owners of "Asterix and Obelix", I think "asterisknex.com" might be even less safe than "unix.com".
It's ludicrous too.
Learn how to spell, mormon.
Uinx si sa daed sa und dornale.
Al tihs mispeeling si ludicrus!
since the battle has been one for unix.com, it is likely that you won't need much loyarage to beable to win the battle for unix.org and unix.net since there is pressident on the fact that unix.com does not violate that trademark, i wouldn't doubt if you could win this battle while representing yourself. I mean all you have to do it site the case unix.* vs. UNIX.
From Neo (Admin of Unix.com) on their forums:
A few facts:
* We registered the UNIX.COM domain in 1993 in good faith.
* We only registered UNIX.COM (UNIX.NET and UNIX.ORG were registered by others)
* We have spent well over $25,000.00 on UNIX related legal fees.
* We have spent many more thousands of dollars to maintain this site so that all people can freely discuss UNIX related issues without commericals.
* We have spent a lot of $$$ to promote free speech regarding UNIX and UNIX like operating systems.
* UNIX is a generic term regardless of X/Open's claim.
* X/Open's false claim hurts the world UNIX community because it creates a negative environment and fragments the community with harsh actions that are, in reality, anti-open.
* We do this because we love the UNIX philosophy and the true UNIX community.
This is my gift to you, each and everyone of you.
From the bottom of my heart. - Neo
The unix.com site has a nice looking OS X theme and the apple logo all over it.
Is is me or does this seem to scream at Apple "bring it on!" I kind of wonder if they have been out looking for legal trouble.
Not trolling, just asking.
. Quit playing Monopoly with Bill. Switch to one of many non-Microsoft products today.
Anybody remember how Molson was awarded Canadian.biz a while back? They lost on appeal in an Ontario Superior Court.
Story.
Of course, I submitted this as a story back when it happened a few weeks ago, but it wasn't posted...
On a side note, does the date of the trademark in relation to the registration date of the domain have any correlation then?
Read the UDRP, version 19991024, and the resolution rules. An action in bad faith, such as reverse domain name hijacking, will be thrown out.
What's to stop me from trademarking the name after the fact and petitioning for ownership of the related domain names?
You run a risk that such action would be considered reverse hijacking, defined as "using the Policy in bad faith to attempt to deprive a registered domain-name holder of a domain name" (Resolution Rules) (emphasis by yerricde).
Ludacris
Will I retire or break 10K?
"We had the story about unix.org losing their battle so this is a Good Thing."
Isn't it great that we have the editors at Slashdot to break things down to simple terms? All I need to do to make up my mind is look and see if it is a "Good Thing" or a "Bad Thing."
I read through the decisions for the unix.com and unix.org cases, and can see some parts of the answer to kyler's question If the domain unix.com doesn't violate the UNIX trademark, what gives them the right to take unix.net away from me and unix.org away from Michael?
The unix.com domain had been in use for some time for a discussion forum where the main topic was unix, they kept their domain registration despite it including the trademark. The unix.org domain had not been actively used for anything, and the information provided about what it had been intended to be used for was seen by the arbitrators as indicating an intent to make money as a result of attracting visitors, with the unix trademark being part of what attracted visitors.
The argument about 'unix' having become generic failed in both cases.
The arbitrators seem to be deciding on the basis of whether or not the domain is actually being used for some legitimate purpose. Mere ownership of the trademark does not seem to be enough for victory. It is good that the holders of unix.com won, but if the report of the unix.org case is accurate as to the facts, then I think that was a reasonable decision.
I also tracked down the decision for the unix.net case http://arbiter.wipo.int/domains/decisions/html/200 2/d2002-0296.html, and among the things it says is The Respondent failed to file any evidence that might lead the Panel to the inference that the Respondent has rights or a legitimate interest in the domain name. Not having seen the site in its original form I can't tell for myself whether or not the arbitrators are right to judge that there was no legitimate interest. They seem to have formed the opinion that the site was really a web designer advertising their services, and using someone else's trademark to attract visitors. Perhaps someone who visited the site in its old form can comment.
Have a look at this picture taken on 20th of August 1991 in Spain. Seems that the company has never heard of the trademark on UNIX either...
-- Mike
In both the unix.org and unix.com cases, the panel said that X/Open had undisputed rights to the UNIX trademark, which covers unix.*. Unix.com refuted the bad faith claim, as it has been a viable, non-commercial web site since 1993. Unix.org, on the other hand, was a brand new site with nothing but links to commercial Unix-related sites.
I disagree that unix.org was registered in bad faith, but the battle lines have been drawn.
Hey! Martha Stewart says "it's a good thing"
So it must be...
yes, the world is completely black and white
thanks for asking
someone finally posts a real joke, and gets modded offtopic.. typical slashdot
Far more useful is to type what you're looking for into Google. Lately, the I'm Feeling Lucky button has just been uncanny.
Why fight over namespace when the real value is in Googlespace?
The respondent makes a pretty good argument that the word "UNIX" has become generic and every computer professional I've ever known has used the word in a very generic fashion. I wonder if a preemptive lawsuit might be filed to have the trademark removed from the word...
I'm trying to teach myself to set people on fire with my mind... Is it hot in here?
Major League Baseball tied the all-star game, are in the midst of a labor dispute between millionairse and billionaires and yesturday they closed a site that was promoting their business for free.
Watching Cowboy Bebop in my jammies, eating a bowl of Shreddies.
Yeah, it isn't like you can go around spouting off any old thing on the Internet. We have high standards to be upheld here, people, and we don't want to hear any of that cry-ass First Amendment crap.
P.S. Fsck you, not fuck you.
it's because you couldn't pass the third grade spelling test. You can use the domain registration money you saved and buy a dictionary. Try looking up "ludacris" in it.
Why is it that once things become popular, they invariably start to suck? I could list a lot of examples, but I'm trying to keep this short so I'll just talk about the Internet. Who here likes the Internet in 2002 better than 1992's incarnation? Than 1982's? Pop-ups, pop-unders, spam (granted this has always been around but it seems worse now), companies abusing and buying laws, ICANN, Network Solutions/Verisign, Outlook viruses, Code Red worms, restrictions on speech, the death of USENET. Again the list goes on but I don't want to rant too much. I miss the freewheeling Internet of old. Where can the geeks of today go to hack on a large global network of computers?
(Can we get a Pop-culture grammar filter over here please?)
Do yourself a favour and buy yourself a copy of the Oxford English Dictionary... perhaps one with large print?
[SPEAKING OF dictionaries: someone told me that the 1st Edition of Merriam-Webster's Dictionary was edited by a tenant of an insane asylum. Can anyone confirm/refute this as truth/myth?]
WS
Trout wrote of Eva Braun, "Her only crime was to have allowed a monster to ejaculate in her birth canal. These things happen to the best of women." --Kurt Vonnegut, Breakfast of Champions
...Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
Churchill
...idiot I've seen who thinks LUDICROUS is spelled LudiCRIS. This is not some moronic pop rapper, learn your language.
SPELLCHECK!!!!!
Hmmm... I didn't add the signature (below, in italics) until after that message was posted, hence the strange syntax of the end of the message... Does the signature apply itself post-humously to already-posted messages?
...Whether my Maker is prepared for the great ordeal of meeting me is another matter.
Churchill
A couple of things to consider.
:) You don't hire programmers to defend your rights in court :)
(1) If you get into a UDRP dispute, hire a good UDRP lawyer.
(2) I recommend our unix.com attorney, Dr. David Steele (www.cph.com)
(3) Legal disputes are just like complex problems in your OS kernel: You don't hire lawyers to write a kernel driver
(4) UNIX.COM won because the domain was registered in 1993 (in good faith) for good reasons (including the non-commerical technical forum www.unix.com) AND we had excellent legal counsel.
(5) WIPO is not the proper authority to rule on the details of a trademark (generic or not). WIPO rules on WIPO guidelines.
BTW: Thank YOU Slashdot-gurus for all the moral support over the years!!! -Neo
www.unix.com
The principle behind the (bad) decisions is the (somewhat good) notion that the society that shows some favoritism towards economic interests ends up with more of an economy and thus everyone's better off, even though the gravity of the economic interests distorts the local sector of social space-time.
Well, how do we get similar respect for something like the "Open Software Economic Interest Group"? Major economic value is being created here. The whole society, worldwide, can gain benefit by granting a favorable environment in which the OSEIG can carry out its wealth-creating function. We are as worthy of political favoritism as any corporate entity. We are not ever going to see a society in which economic interests are not granted major favors - but how, as an emerging economic interest, do we collect the favors that, if these games are to work right, should be ours (those of us too stupid to sell the old IPO stock in time, anyhow)?
If the process works right, we should be able to even acquire domains of potential use to OSEIG's (and thus the greater society's) economic interests, simply by showing that the pie will be richer for all if those domains are in our hands - not because we're 'better,' but because we represent a larger share of and contribution to economic activity. The current underlying 'corrupt' argument for favoring groups with the most economic juice should favor us. Let's demand, not their end, but their proper and logical application.
___
"with their freedom lost all virtue lose" - Milton
The Unix trademark is "notorious"? X/Open's claims are "ludacris"?
I smell a wigger! Turn your friggin stereo down, pull your pants up and get a job you hippy!
Cheers,
Bowie J. Poag
This is amazing... The admin from unix.com responds, and someone mods it down?
Please mod parent up!
Meep Meep!
KEEP FLAMING, ASSHOLES!
I seek not only to follow in the footsteps of the men of old, I seek the things they sought.
This is ludacris
What on earth does a rapper have to do with UNIX domain disputes?
. . . many literate readers of slashdot found the mispelling of "ludacris" ludicrous.
Oh, wait, there aren't any literate readers of slashdot, much less any who use a spell checker.
The quote you used as your sig does NOT appear in Breakfast of Champions, but rather in Timequake. Don't make a mistake like that again! Sheesh!
I've never heard anyone mention UNIX while rapping. I think I'd kinda like that, given the apparent intelligence level in most (but not all) popular music.
Anyone out there got any hardcore geek music? I don't mean MC Hawking, either, but you can check it out for chuckles.
I'm not a geek, I'm just a clever script.
You mean immaterial possession, since you can't fondle^H^H^H^H^H^Htouch a domain name.
I'm going to pretend that this post really is "interesting" and not "flamebait": Trademark allows for the development of a business identity. It prevents other people from making money off of your good name. It is generally limited to areas where someone is using a confusingly similar name that would lead customers to believe they are getting the "real thing" but they are not. It does not extend to unrelated business areas where a reasonable customer would not confuse the names, nor does it extend to every use of a word, though corporations often try to make it so. So, for example, I might be able to get away with selling "Olde MacDonald's Scotch Whiskey" without infringing on the trademarks of McDonalds resteraunt chain, nor 3M's Scotch brand products. Mount Olympus Camera Co. would not fly, but Mount Olympus Software, probably would. I might be able to sell "Unix Cheese Puffs" and "Unix Caffiend Cola" if the judge doesn't think I'm trading on X/Open's good name.
My point is that X/Open do not own the word "Unix" they just some rights to exclusive use of it as a name for an operating system, and related things. THAT DOES NOT GIVE THEM THE RIGHT TO THE DOMAIN NAME. What we don't want is people squatting on a domain, with no use for it other than to hold it hostage and to sell it to a party that does have use for it. That doesn't mean that a trademark holder is the only party with a legitimate interest in the domain, nor should their claim automatically be more legitimate just because they have a trademark. If I register NBC.* as a site or sites for Nehalem Baseball Club or some such before National Broadcasting Company does, they shouldn't be able to take it away from me.
Don't moderate flamebait as Troll. Know the difference or you will be Meta-moderated.
Who needs domain names? You can very easily 123.12 the 1.11.4 in the 3.2.56 and instantly 88.76.122.5 any 47.3.44.111 without any dificulty what so ever!
TodayTM BillyJoelTM GoogleTMd for StitchTMes due to WindowsTM while RollerbladeTMing with an AppleTM and a PopsicleTM
No, what we need is google-like modding. The lower the grade of responses a posting attracts, the more troll-like the post becomes. I guess if you take this to the logical conclusion, the whole article can become a troll.
This decision will be thrown out, because the document lists Network Solutions' address as "Hendon, VA". There is no such city; in fact NSI existed in Herndon, VA.
Give me my freedom, and I'll take care of my own security, thank you.
No, he posted AC so his score was 0. One person modded him up (+1, Insightful) raising his score to one.
Where did you learn math?
For the past couple of months I been checking www.objective-c.org it seems to have been taken over by some co. I have no idea about what happened to it.
I was planning to learn Objective-C, but I have no idea where their web site has been displaced to.
Anyone know what happend to the objective-c site?
Here is the google cache of the objective-c site before 'Arrow Ritcher' got it (who ever they are). I hope google dont ever update their cache, til I find where their site has gone to.
Unix is a trdemarked name, and therefore, the owner of the trademark should get the domain name, based on precedent of similar rulings.
Vote for Pedro
Actually, I think there is a bug in the program Slashdot is using. Last week I moderated several posts +1 Insightful, +1 Informative, +1 Interesting. After I hit the moderate button they were moderated, +1 Funny, +1 Redundant, +1 Troll (or something equally silly).
Shrug.....
Just my $0.02 (Canadian, before taxes)
I teach American History at a junior high school, and the past two school years have brought a new misspelling to the students' (already embarassing) dictionary. Even though Honest Abe's last name is clearly spelled out in the text, and I've made a point to spell it out both on the board /and/ on handouts, the kids are still missing it. I wonder how long it'll be until they start trying to correct /my/ spelling of "Lincoln?"
/did/ hit them with a -1 for that one. The worst they'd butcher the name in the past was to leave the second "l" out of Lincoln.
I've got an exam question regarding the Emancipation Proclamation, and the answer is of course Abraham Lincoln. Last year more than 3/4 of the students spelled his last name "Linkin." Really drives me nuts; and while I don't normally take off points for spelling, I
Ya can't beat pop culture, I guess. I should start a band called Lincoln Abe and get these kids' spelling back on track...
Everyone knows that UNIX is really just a is really just a Fire Extinguisher, and certainly not a web page or much less a legal trademakr. Extinguisher, and certainly not a web page or much less a legal trademakr.
I don't know what the unix.com owners want to do with the domain (probably selling it for lots of $$ to AT&T?), but in trying to be 'not related to unix' they behave pretty lame, like stealing the webdesign from zope.org. Have a look
Foolishly, perhaps, I followed your link to unix.net. I'm in a school computer lab, using IE 5.5. Some very nasty shit followed. Redirected to a page that spawned endless copies of the goatse.cx picture (I'd never seen it; I'm so glad that I was finally exposed to this thing that I've been avoiding all this time) and deposited a "Winbomb" virus in my diskspace.
Then, I tried it over telnet with an HTTP/1.0 GET and got nothing nasty. Used Opera, same shit (even with images, redirects and popups turned off: not well enough off, apparently). So I telneted an HTTP/1.1 GET, identifying the browser as MSIE 5.5, then I got a chain of redirects to the nastiness.
Thanks, unix.net, for ruining my lunch.
Shop as usual. And avoid panic buying.
Actually, it was the OED itself. During its creation (which spanned quite a few decades, iirc) a request was sent out for contributions of supporting quotations, and by far the most prolific contributor was a US surgeon (Dr William Minor) confined to a British asylum for a bout of 'temporary insanity' during which he murdered a total stranger in London. The editors of the OED didn't know, for several years, that this was the case, until one of them arranged to visit the good doctor, and found upon arrival that things were not quite what they had believed... The book, "The Professor and the Madman" was actually quite an interesting read. j