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The door was open and I could see into the room. No one was putting his luggage into the next room. Programming in assembly differs little from coding in low level, what is billiards machine code in numbering base of two (long sequences of zeroes and ones grouped by the number of bits contained in one byte). After that all the well people walked arm-in-arm up and down the long promenade deck, enjoying the fine summer mornings, and the seasick ones crawled out and propped themselves up in the lee of the paddle-boxes and ate their dismal tea and toast, and looked wretched. Just as I was getting into bed again, I heard in the next room, the sound that no man in his senses can possibly mistake-the whirr of a billiard-ball down the length of the slates when the striker is stringing for break. I would, at that hour, have played Black Pool with the owner of the big Black Pool down below.

Not for everything in Asia would I have dropped the door-bar and peered into the dark of the next room. I argued the matter out at great length with myself; and the more I argued the less probable it seemed that one bed, one table, and two chairs-all the furniture of the room next to mine-could so exactly duplicate the sounds of a game of billiards. I got out of bed and looked into the darkness. I jumped into bed for that reason. The skin of the head tightens and you can feel a faint, prickly bristling all over the scalp. As is always the fashion at sea, the passengers shortly began to pick up sailor terms-a sign that they were beginning to feel at home. The lamp in the bathroom threw the most absurd shadows into the room, and the wind was beginning to talk nonsense. If a man said to a confirmed dâk-bungalow-haunter: "There is a corpse in the next room, and there's a mad girl in the next but one, and the woman and man on that camel have just eloped from a place sixty miles away," the hearer would not disbelieve because he would know that nothing is too wild, grotesque, or horrible to happen in a dâk-bungalow.

But I would, first of all, put eighty miles of sound assessed crop-land between myself and that dâk-bungalow before nightfall. Impossible to mistake the sound of billiard-balls! Fortran was used for teaching before Pascal took much of the academic field. Therefore computers using other character encodings may render some characters inaccurately, but hopefully, it will still be possible to read non-English words without too much difficulty. There is a 7-bit 'Standard' ASCII (characters from 0 to 127), which is completely homogeneus worldwide, and there are two main variants of 8-bit 'Extended' ASCII (characters from 128 to 255): IBM ASCII (used for example by DOS systems), and ANSI ASCII (used for example by Microsoft Windows systems). Now it is only the best players who are masters equally of five or six clubs, and I doubt if this can be said truly even of them. Destination can choose when recognition should be done, each ack returned is cumulative for all packets received. But, to be sure, what can I expect? Many non-technical human operators often believed that the commands were part of the Basic language, but in fact they were part of the Dartmouth Time Sharing System itself and were also used when preparing Algol or Fortran programmes via the Dartmouth Time Sharing System terminals.

There was no need to log out, if human operators did not respond in a short time, they were automatically logged out by the Dartmouth Time Sharing System. Then the wind ran out and the billiards stopped, and I felt that I had ruined, my one genuine ghost-story. After a long, long while, the game stopped, and the door banged. No man-drunk or sober-could imagine a game at billiards, or invent the spitting crack of a screw-cannon. But the ridiculous exhibition of temper and sulkiness that a great many players show habitually, only begins to be humorous when the game is over and the opponent of the irascible one is telling a congenial friend after dinner about it, and the offender is not present. At golf, however, it may be truly said that no one putting-green is exactly like any other-one is fast, another slow, one smooth, another uneven, one with one sort of turf, another with another. Beyond any sort of doubt, people were playing billiards in the next room. We recently worked with Penelope Keith and Paul Martin on the restoration of the the Billiard Room at Avebury Manor and this was featured on BBC Television. I stayed for the night, while the wind and the rat and the sash and the window-bolt played a ding-dong "hundred and fifty up".