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Lecture to Enlighten

The Nash Equilibria of Long Cheap Talk Games

cheap talk games

In the associated one-shot communication game the expert learns his type and sends a message to the decision maker, who then chooses an action. Such games are sometimes called persuasion or disclosure games (see, e.g., Milgrom, 1981; Milgrom and Roberts, 1986;Seidmann and Winter, 1997). To the best of our knowledge, this literature has always focused on one-shot information revelation with very specific assumptions on players’ preferences,like single-peakedness, strict concavity and monotonicity. Our first result (Theorem 1) is a full characterization of Nash equilibrium payoffs of one-shot communication games with certifiable information. Roughly, equilibrium payoff vectors are obtained by convexifying the graph of an extended set of equilibrium payoffs of the basic game without communication (the silent game), by keeping the payoff of the informed player constant and individually rational.Several geometric illustrations involving full, partial and/or no information revelation are provided.In a multistage communication game, the talking phase has an arbitrary large number of periods. In each communication period both players simultaneously send a message that depends on the history of play up to that period. The informed player’s message may alsodepend on his private information. As in Hart (1985) and Aumann and Hart (2003), our equilibrium characterization makes use of the mathematical concepts of diconvexification and dimartingale. In Theorem 2 we show that the set of equilibrium payoffs of any multi-stage communication game can be characterized in terms of starting points of dimartingalesconverging to the graph of an extended set of equilibrium payoffs of the silent game, andstaying in an adapted set of individually rational payoffs during the whole process.

3rd Party Perspective

Spying Game Still Thrives

http://www.guardian.co.uk/russia/article/0,,1693488,00.html


The cold war is over, but rock in a park suggests the spying game still thrives

· London accused over 'transmitter' discovery
· TV claims British embassy staff handled device

Nick Paton Walsh in Moscow, Richard Norton-Taylor and Ewen MacAskill
Tuesday January 24, 2006
The Guardian


Electronic equipment concealed in a rock, allegedly used by four British embassy workers to receive intelligence information provided by Russian agents, in an image from a television documentary shown on Rossiya television. Photograph: RTR Russian Channel/AP



Left near a tree on a nondescript street on the outskirts of Moscow, the fake rock at the centre of the most embarrassing espionage scandal between Britain and Russia since the end of the cold war looks innocuous enough.
Light brown, 30 centimetres wide, and hollowed out to allow a waterproof box to fit snugly inside, the rock yesterday took on Gibraltar-sized proportions as Russia accused Britain of using it as a covert transmitter to pass messages to agents.


An x-ray of the box, shown on Russian state television, showed four big batteries and a radio transmitter-receiver tightly packed together - a device of such crude simplicity it would have made Q, James Bond's technical wizard, shudder.
"First the Russian asset would walk past the stone," Nikolai Zakharov, deputy spokesman for the Federal Security Service (FSB), as the KGB is now known, told the Guardian. "He would send information to the stone from his palmtop, and later the embassy employee would pass by and collect it from another palmtop."

He said the device, a 21st century version of the "dead letter drop", had a range of up to 20m and could send and receive coded signals to or from small palmtop computers, almost identical to those available on Britain's high streets. It enabled British diplomats to communicate indirectly with their alleged Russian agents: it meant they never had to be in the same room as them. Four members of the British embassy staff were identified by the Russians and accused of being part of a spy ring. The four were all still at their posts last night.

Interfax, the Russian news agency, reported that the FSB had fanned out across Moscow to check other potentially suspicious rocks. Sergei Ignatchenko, chief spokesman for the FSB, told the agency that a second device had been spotted but was retrieved by British agents.

The echoes of Ian Fleming and John le Carré will raise a smile in Britain and elsewhere. But there is serious side to this, and not only for the alleged Russian agent being held in Moscow accused of handling state secrets. Though old cold war enemies - such as Britain and Russia - have set up procedures to cooperate quite closely on counter-terrorism, they still indulge in a mutual spying game. The second oldest profession is as alive and as well as the oldest.

The British government still wants to know what nuclear or other military developments the Russians are up to, or Moscow's real attitude towards Iran, Iraq, and how it intends to use its gas resources as a geopolitical weapon. Moscow, meanwhile, is stepping up activities in Britain. MI5 says Russia has as many spies in London now as it did during the cold war.

Mr Ignatchenko said British intelligence told the Russians in 1994 they would stop spying on the country, but still "as a rule they send their most talented men". Once the alleged spy ring was discovered last year, he added, the FSB asked Paul Crompton - described by the Foreign Office as third secretary (political affairs) at the embassy but by the FSB as the Moscow desk officer for MI6, the British secret service - to desist. Mr Crompton denied the spying allegations and, said Mr Ignatchenko, the agents continued their activities.

The state TV documentary broadcast on Sunday showed Christopher Pirt, 30, a secretary archivist in the embassy, walking past the rock, his eyes shifting wildly as he is secretly filmed by FSB counter-intelligence. Mr Crompton was also named as having repeatedly visited the rock, as did Marc Doe, 27, the second secretary (political affairs). Andy Fleming, 32, another secretary archivist, was filmed picking up the rock after kicking it with his foot. The men were dressed in tracksuits and woolly hats and carried rucksacks.

"We have a gentlemen's understanding that official intelligence representatives won't engage in espionage. The agreement seems to have been breached. We have been deceived," Mr Ignatchenko said. A decision was then taken to expose the unit. Mr Zakharov said no official complaint had been made by the Russian government about the men's activities. He added that any future reaction would come "from governmental level".

Russia holds the G8 chairmanship this year and it will be reluctant to risk this with a full-scale diplomatic rift with Britain. The FSB decision to hand the material over to state TV is primarily a domestic political move, aimed at undermining links between the British government and non-governmental bodies it funds to help promote democracy and human rights.

There is little need for a formal protest by Russia given how this week's high-profile accusations will make the diplomats' continued work near-impossible. Moscow may also be keen to avoid tit-for-tat expulsions from its London embassy.

The Foreign Office yesterday described the allegations as "surprising", which is not a denial. Tony Blair, when questioned at his monthly press conference, said he had only heard about it on Teletext and did not comment "on security matters".

The recording rock is one of more than half-a-dozen occasions in the last six years in which Britain has been accused of carrying out intelligence operations against countries regarded as friends - or at least no longer enemies. The EU investigated claims in 2000 that the US and Britain were eavesdropping on other EU members in Brussels, and - most embarrassing of all - there were claims that Britain bugged UN secretary-general Kofi Annan's offices, before the Iraq war in 2003.

Last year MI6 launched a website seeking new recruits. It said: "Whether you have the skills to design hi-tech gadgets or deploy them in a hostile environment, SIS [as MI6 is also known] may have the career for you". The rock farce suggests a new Q is urgently needed.

And the drawing near of Death...

And the drawing near of Death, which alike levels all, alike impresses all with a last revelation, which only an author from the dead could adequately tell. So that --let us say it again --no dying Chaldee or Greek had higher and holier thoughts than those, whose mysterious shades you saw creeping over the face of poor Quiqueg, as he quietly lay in his swaying hammock, and the rolling sea seemed gently rocking him to his final rest, and the ocean's invisible flood-tide lifted him higher and higher towards his destined heaven.




Dear Mr Wood,

I am glad to hear that X is on board and that you are working on
X. What is X's capacity within your organization?

I see that you have secured yellowone.org which is excellent.

X has crossed the line and effectively declared war; he has
changed the NCI master password, which is something that the he and
myself agreed neither of us would do. My colleagues are in favor of
threatening him in real life in order to retrieve the password. We
are organizing a masked abduction.

Regards

Robert Henley
Director of Operations
Nautonier
robert.henley@nautonier.org

Psychedelic Spy

5-Part BBC T.I.T.A.N. Narrative FNORD

This has me a little concerned about leaving Neurocam...and what is it about a Village that I have been warned about?

Just Wait for the Snack Attack!

Snack Attack

All I can say is CUPCAKES and a GUNSHOT...

My FRIENDS will understand the reference to SNACK FOOD and will appreciate the FNORD that SNL has created media to support my narrative.

Yes, "lazy sunday"...as I take a break from the stress of working...



The Battle concludes with Aslan (Henley?) stepping in to bring Narnia (NCI?) to an end. All creatures, including those who had previously died, are judged by Aslan as they approach a door; those who have been loyal to Aslan, or to the morality upheld by Narnians (my quotes), join Aslan in Aslan's country (Nautonier), while those who have opposed or deserted him do not pass through the door, but disappear to an uncertain fate.

The Note

bane-potcommitted.mp3


Pot Committed
Will not back down now
I’ve got no place else to run and hide to
Have come to far to buckle now
Can’t lay this one down to the likes of you
And I don’t say that with some bullshit sense of pride
I need you to know that I’m not done screaming
About whether or not your foot has the right
To be in some kids face
Will not back down now
I’ve got no place else to run and hide to
Have come to far to buckle now
Can’t lay this one down to the likes of you
And if that’s the case
Then I say arm us all
And we’ll get this asshole contest
Right under way
But it would be just like you to drag your keyboard to a gunfight
And so long after the smoke had cleared
I stood there all night if you had so much to say
Instead of running home lion tail between your legs
Crying about some little needle stuck in your paw
I don’t give a fuck if my words have grown old
I’ve never been so willing to see a relationship fray
I don’t give a fuck how thin this ice has become
I’m stomping on it anyway

Uncle Fred: A Random FNORD

265

At the risk of annoying innocent ears, I propose the following: egoism belongs to the nature of the noble soul—I mean that unshakeable faith that to a being such as “we are” other beings must be subordinate by nature and have to sacrifice themselves. The noble soul takes this fact of its egoism without any question mark and without the feeling that there is harsh compulsion or arbitrary power in it, much more as something that may be established in the fundamental law of things. If he sought out a name for this, he would say “It is justice itself.”

In some circumstances which make him hesitate at first, he admits that there are those with rights equal to his own. As soon as he has cleared up this question of rank, he moves among these equals who have the same rights as his with the same confident modesty and sophisticated reverence which he has in his dealings with himself, in accordance with an inborn heavenly mechanism which all the stars understand. It is one more part of his egoism, this sophistication and self-restraint in his relations with his equals—every star is such an egoist: he honours himself in them and in the rights which he concedes to them. He has no doubt that the exchange of respect and rights, as the essential quality of all interactions, belongs as well to the natural condition of things.

The noble soul gives as it takes, out of the passionate and sensitive instinct for repayment, which lies deep within it. The idea “favour” has no sense and agreeable fragrance inter pares (6); there may be a sublime manner of allowing presents from above to wash over one, as it were, and drinking them up thirstily like water drops, but for this art and gesture the noble soul has no skill. Here its egoism hinders it: in general, it is not happy to look “up above”; it looks either directly forward, horizontally and slowly, or down—it knows that it is on a height.

Whip Smart

http://www.whipsmartice.com/home.html

Trick Top Hat : Blast from the Past

Sunday, May 29, 2005
Trick Top Hat
A Message from Chris Titan:

http://helmer.j.tripod.com/terrible.html

Trick Top Hat
Lyrics by Justin Helmer (with apologies to Robert Anton Wilson), music by Terrible © 1997


Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Smoke that up! Plumb the depths to which you're scared to sink.
Too hypnotized by yourselves to taste your logic's stink.

Reality and relativity become a spice like sage.
Turn the card and hide yourself behind the newest rage.
Security is slipping further into the distance.
The beast is coming closer now to break down your resistance.

CHORUS:
Ulysses hanging on the wall
Point the way all nations fall
Drowning out the other's call
The voice of God in the urban squall

Just when you thought maybe it was safe to practice Zen
The harbingers of knowledge are at your door again.
Demanding you do penance for the heresies you hold
Forcing you to experience the Nth degree of cold.

The Illuminati are hosting a party on forty-second street
The magicians are warming us up for their greatest feat.
Cocaine trucks are makin' deliveries on your neighbor's block,
Softening us up for the message that's carved into the rock.

CHORUS

Absolution is not a game for the small or weak.
Pink slip for the earth's garbage held onto by the meek.
Systems and fads will all eat themselves one day.
You'll be left all alone to deal with your soul's decay.

Dreaded neuro army is kicking down the door,
Three million lightyears stranger than it's ever been before.
Innocence is expensive, as Michael R. would say,
No id, no ego, no superman, no heroes for today.

Justin's comments: Written in the Apocalypse lounge on SCSU's palatial campus, the lyrics of "Trick Top Hat," including the title, come from Robert Anton Wilson's Schroedinger's Cat trilogy. "Michael R" is Mike Renee, a local singer-songwriter who wrote and produced "Guilt is for Free." I've always loved the song because it's such a great story.
posted by RK101 at 9:22 PM

5 Comments:
RK101 said...
I traced Chris's IP to New York. I think that the London safe house was discovered...or he is just on the move.

He is running routers and satelite hook-ups to post as if he has not left the state.There is also a Time Travel Operation he has obtained a research warrant for from Baron De Westerode that is being developed by Antiquities of the Illuminati. Lodge 217.

9:42 PM
sub-xero said...
Interstin stuff there RK, Not at all sure what he means though, some of those lyrics do relate quite closely with recent events though I guess.

'Neuro Army', I like it.

Keep me posted on what you find.
Things are finaly peicing together...

sub-xero@excite.com

Mail me.

7:22 AM
RK101 said...
Yo,

Did you hear that Titan is actually Special Agent Paris?

I think Titan is working with Jack Sampson...but IAMMAD, in a comment to an earlier post, seemed to imply that Gigabane was in the mix, the "little boy" sheep.

Sheep...yea

Wool...over the eyes???? Duh!

Does this stuff ever develop or is this some sort of literary mastrubation or circle of jerks.

Chris I am going to kick your ass when I see you for infecting me with this meme.

This is intellishit!

4:35 AM
sub-xero said...
Chill RK, yes, I have received some disturbing emails from Chris...

Just like I suspected.. I can't continue to talk here, email me like I asked, then we can talk more.

I am not quite sure what is going on, but things are starting to make sense now.

Either that or this whole thing has been a chain of lies... has anyone ever thought to just email Samuel Paris and ask? Oh I doubt thatd get us far...

No, whatever THIS is lies under a surface deep enough in itself.

5:17 AM
RIP Investigations said...
Little Miss Muffet

Sat on her Tuffet

Eating her Curd and Whey

There came down a Spider

Who sat down beside her

And frightened poor Muffet away

Cryptographic Nursery Rhymes Are Toxic

3:01 AM
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The Meme Generals

HOWARD CAMPBELL:
Marketing is the war of brands. I mean that literally. For some, fighting helps them feel alive and rejuvenated. For me, I just get tired. And I’m almost always tense, and it comes from being in battle day-in and day-out.
[PAUSE]
Of course it is a hostile work environment. We are waging war. We are trying to be the dominant brand in the wireless category. War tactics are manifested on the battlefield of media and on the battlefield called office or corporateland. These war tactics are akin to moves in poker.
In poker, one seeks to exploit positional advantages. Information is powerful, so, you have an advantage over the players to your immediate right, because you always play after them. You play after you know what they have done and before they know what you will do. Less than one-quarter of the time the cards will decide who wins, you always act with more knowledge than the players to your right, unless you are first to act. Meanwhile, the players to your
immediate left have an advantage over you. It is like an M.C. Escher painting where the steps go in a circle and every step to the left is up, only the figurines are real and they are carrying loaded guns. More often than not, a player surrenders their hand when a shot is fired over the bow in the form of a bet or a raise. I just mixed metaphors.

DR. WILLIAM FINK:
Yeah, you had figurines on steps and then suddenly there were bows of boats.

HOWARD CAMPBELL:
I’m glad you are following. We forget that figures of speech often have embedded imagery.
In poker, I might move seats to position myself to the left of a loose player, exploiting their tendency to overplay; in marketing, we might adjust our positioning to exploit another company’s weaknesses—such as their hyping a product with inferior qualities.
Both marketing and poker are games of money that are won by exploiting weaker players. Most weak poker players bluff too much. Most weak marketers over-promise and hype their products: over promising in marketing is bluffing the consumer because you don’t have the goods you purport to have. Bluffing garners a lack of respect. In essence,
bluffing is utilizing resources for a short-term gain. While short-term gain is a viable part of business, if utilized too often, bluffing is a form of unduly exposing yourself to liability.

Clyde Citrine @The Oasis

I found Mr. Citrine after his lounge show to ask him some questions. His association to NCI was obvious to anyone who has had a run-in with their twisted perception jarring compounds, I myself have worn that strange smirk that I captured in this photo.

Citrine confimed that Iocus Severus had given L.A. Operatives the slip and is now at large. I suspect that Citrine was bought off with some of that stuff that FiatNOX makes. The screaming fits is what we call that compound, and I am sure that Clyde is on it hard.

Harsh Lesson

Russia's legacy of torture offers harsh lesson for U.S.
By Vladimir Bukovsky

CAMBRIDGE, England - One nasty morning Comrade Stalin discovered that his favorite pipe was missing. Naturally, he called in his henchman, Lavrenti Beria, and instructed him to find the pipe. A few hours later, Stalin found it in his desk and called off the search. ``But, Comrade Stalin,'' stammered Beria, ``five suspects have already confessed to stealing it.''
This joke, whispered among those who trusted each other when I was a kid in Moscow in the 1950s, is perhaps the best contribution I can make to the current argument in Washington about legislation banning torture and inhumane treatment of suspected terrorists captured abroad.
Now that President Bush has made a public show of endorsing Sen. John McCain's amendment, it would seem that the debate is ending. But that the debate occurred at all, and that prominent figures are willing to entertain the idea, is perplexing and alarming to me. I have seen what happens to a society that becomes enamored of such methods in its quest for greater security; it takes more than words and political compromise to beat back the impulse.
This is a new debate for Americans, but there is no need for you to reinvent the wheel. Most nations can provide you with volumes on the subject. Indeed, with the exception of the Black Death, torture is the oldest scourge on our planet (hence there are so many conventions against it).
Every Russian czar after Peter the Great solemnly abolished torture upon being enthroned, and every time his successor had to abolish it all over again. These czars were hardly bleeding-heart liberals, but long experience in the use of these ``interrogation'' practices in Russia had taught them that once condoned, torture will destroy their security apparatus. They understood that torture is the professional disease of any investigative machinery.Apart from sheer frustration and other adrenaline-related emotions, investigators and detectives in hot pursuit have enormous temptation to use force to break the will of their prey because they believe that, metaphorically speaking, they have a ``ticking bomb'' case on their hands. But, much as a good hunter trains his hounds to bring the game to him rather than eating it, a good ruler has to restrain his henchmen from devouring the prey lest he be left empty-handed.
Investigation is a subtle process, requiring patience and fine analytical ability, as well as a skill in cultivating one's sources. When torture is condoned, these rare talented people leave the service, having been outstripped by less gifted colleagues with their quick-fix methods, and the service itself degenerates into a playground for sadists.Thus, in its heyday, Joseph Stalin's notorious NKVD (the Soviet secret police) became nothing more than an army of butchers terrorizing the whole country but incapable of solving the simplest of crimes.
And once the NKVD went into high gear, not even Stalin could stop it at will. He finally succeeded only by turning the fury of the NKVD against itself; he ordered his chief NKVD henchman, Nikolai Yezhov (Beria's predecessor), to be arrested together with his closest aides.
Why go there?
So, why would democratically elected leaders of the United States ever want to legalize what a succession of Russian monarchs strove to abolish? Why run the risk of unleashing a fury that even Stalin had problems controlling? Why would anyone try to ``improve intelligence-gathering capability'' by destroying what was left of it? Frustration? Ineptitude? Ignorance? Or, has their friendship with a certain former KGB lieutenant colonel, V. Putin, rubbed off on the American leaders?
I have no answer to these questions, but I do know that if Vice President Cheney is right and that some ``cruel, inhumane or degrading'' (CID) treatment of captives is a necessary tool for winning the war on terrorism, then the war is lost already.
Even talking about the possibility of using CID treatment sends wrong signals and encourages base instincts in those who should be consistently delivered from temptation by their superiors.
As someone who has been on the receiving end of the ``treatment'' under discussion, let me tell you that trying to make a distinction between torture and CID techniques is ridiculous. Long gone are the days when a torturer needed the nasty-looking tools displayed in the Tower of London.
A simple prison bed is deadly if you remove the mattress and force a prisoner to sleep on the iron frame night after night after night. Or how about the ``Chekist's handshake'' so widely practiced under Stalin -- a firm squeeze of the victim's palm with a simple pencil inserted between his fingers? Very convenient, very simple. And how would you define leaving 2,000 inmates of a labor camp without dental service for months on end? Is it CID not to treat an excruciatingly painful toothache, or is it torture?
Now it appears that sleep deprivation is ``only'' CID and used on Guantánamo Bay captives. Well, congratulations, comrades! It was exactly this method that the NKVD used to produce those spectacular confessions in Stalin's ``show trials'' of the 1930s. The henchmen called it ``conveyer,'' when a prisoner was interrogated non-stop for a week or 10 days without a wink of sleep. At the end, the victim would sign any confession without even understanding what he had signed.
I know from my own experience that interrogation is an intensely personal confrontation, a duel of wills. It is not about revealing some secrets or making confessions, it is about self-respect and human dignity. If I break, I will not be able to look into a mirror. But if I don't, my interrogator will suffer equally. Just try to control your emotions in the heat of that battle. This is precisely why torture occurs even when it is explicitly forbidden.
Now, who is going to guarantee that even the most exact definition of CID is observed under such circumstances? But if we cannot guarantee this, then how can you force your officers and your young people in the CIA to commit acts that will scar them forever? For scarred they will be, take my word for it.
In 1971, while in Lefortovo prison in Moscow (the central KGB interrogation jail), I went on a hunger strike demanding a defense lawyer of my choice (the KGB wanted its trusted lawyer to be assigned instead). The moment was most inconvenient for my captors because my case was due in court, and they had no time to spare. So, to break me down, they started force-feeding me in a very unusual manner -- through my nostrils. About a dozen guards led me from my cell to the medical unit. There they straitjacketed me, tied me to a bed, and sat on my legs so that I would not jerk. The others held my shoulders and my head while a doctor was pushing the feeding tube into my nostril.
The feeding pipe was thick, thicker than my nostril, and would not go in. Blood came gushing out of my nose and tears down my cheeks, but they kept pushing until the cartilages cracked. I guess I would have screamed if I could, but I could not with the pipe in my throat.
I could breathe neither in nor out at first; I wheezed like a drowning man -- my lungs felt ready to burst. The doctor also seemed ready to burst into tears, but she kept shoving the pipe farther and farther down. Only when it reached my stomach could I resume breathing, carefully. Then she poured some slop through a funnel into the pipe that would choke me if it came back up. They held me down for another half-hour so that the liquid was absorbed by my stomach and could not be vomited back, and then began to pull the pipe out bit by bit. . . . Grrrr. There had just been time for everything to start healing during the night when they came back in the morning and did it all over again, for 10 days, when the guards could stand it no longer.
As it happened, it was a Sunday and no bosses were around. They surrounded the doctor: ``Hey, listen, let him drink it straight from the bowl, let him sip it. It'll be quicker for you, too, you silly old fool.'' The doctor was in tears: ``Do you think I want to go to jail because of you lot? No, I can't do that.'' And so they stood over my body, cursing each other, with bloody bubbles coming out of my nose.
On the 12th day, the authorities surrendered; they had run out of time. I had gotten my lawyer, but neither the doctor nor those guards could ever look me in the eye again.
Legal consequences
Today, when the White House lawyers seem preoccupied with contriving a way to stem the flow of possible lawsuits from former detainees, I strongly recommend that they think about another flood of suits from the men and women in your armed services or the CIA agents who have been or will be engaged in CID practices. Our rich experience in Russia has shown that many will become alcoholics or drug addicts, violent criminals or, at the very least, despotic and abusive fathers and mothers.
If America's leaders want to hunt terrorists while transforming dictatorships into democracies, they must recognize that torture, which includes CID, has historically been an instrument of oppression -- not an instrument of investigation or of intelligence gathering.
No country needs to invent how to ``legalize'' torture; the problem is rather how to stop it from happening. If it isn't stopped, torture will destroy your nation's important strategy to develop democracy in the Middle East. And if you cynically outsource torture to contractors and foreign agents, how can you possibly be surprised if an 18-year-old in the Middle East casts a jaundiced eye toward your reform efforts there?
Finally, think what effect your attitude has on the rest of the world, particularly in the countries where torture is still common, such as Russia, and where its citizens are still trying to combat it. Mr. Putin will be the first to say: ``You see, even your vaunted American democracy cannot defend itself without resorting to torture.''
Off we go, back to the caves.

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VLADIMIR BUKOVSKY, who spent nearly 12 years in Soviet prisons, labor camps and psychiatric hospitals for non-violent human rights activities, is the author of several books, including ``To Build a Castle'' and ``Judgment in Moscow.'' Now 63, he has lived in Cambridge, England, since 1976. He wrote this article for the Washington Post.