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The User Agent Sat On A Wall (apologies to Lewis Caroll who was well-formed and is now well-dead) `Don't stand chattering to yourself like that,' The UserAgent said, looking at her interface for the first time, `but tell me your name and your business.' `My name is WebService, but --' `It's a stupid name enough!' the User Agent interrupted impatiently. `What does it mean?' `Must a name mean something?' The WebService asked doubtfully. `Of course it must,' the UserAgent said with a short laugh: `my name means the shape I am -- and a good handsome shape it is, too. With a name like yours, you might be any shape, almost.' `Why do you sit out here all alone?' said the WebService, not wishing to begin an argument. `Why, because there's nobody with me!' cried UserAgent. `Did you think I didn't know the answer to that? Ask another.' "`When I use a word,' UserAgent said, in rather a scornful tone, `it means just what I choose it to mean -- neither more nor less.' `The question is,' said WebService, `whether you can make words mean so many different things.' `The question is,' said UserAgent, `which is to be master -- that's all.' " Len http://www.mp3.com/LenBullard Ekam sat.h, Vipraah bahudhaa vadanti. Daamyata. Datta. Dayadhvam.h -----Original Message----- From: Simon St.Laurent [mailto:simonstl@s...] I'm coming more and more to the opinion that the only semantics which matter in the end are the semantics seen by the recipient of the message.
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