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AT_CHECK([mimetest -i 0 -p $abs_top_srcdir/testsuite/spool/mbox1], [0], [Message:1 From:Foo Bar Subject:Jabberwocky Number of parts in message:1 Total message size:1254/44 Type of part 1: Message part size:1254/44: 317/9, 937/35 Text Message Begin `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. `Beware the Jabberwock, my son! The jaws that bite, the claws that catch! Beware the Jujub bird, and shun The frumious Bandersnatch!' He took his vorpal sword in hand: Long time the manxome foe he sought -- So rested he by the Tumtum gree, And stood awhile in thought. And as in uffish thought he stood, The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame, Came whiffling through the tulgey wook, And burbled as it came! One, two! One, two! And through and through The vorpal blade went snicker-snack! He left it dead, and with its head He went galumphing back. `And has thou slain the Jabberwock? Come to my arms, my beamish boy! O frabjous day! Calloh! Callay! He chortled in his joy. `Twas brillig, and the slithy toves Did gyre and gimble in the wabe; All mimsy were the borogoves, And the mome raths outgrabe. End Message:2 From:Bar Subject:Re: Jabberwocky Number of parts in message:1 Total message size:534/13 Type of part 1: Message part size:534/13: 319/9, 215/4 Text Message Begin It seems very pretty, but it's *rather* hard to understand!' Somehow it seems to fill my head with ideas -- only I don't exactly know what they are! However, SOMEBODY killed SOMETHING: that's clear, at any rate... End Message:3 From:Sergey Poznyakoff Subject:Simple MIME Number of parts in message:2 Total message size:1569/42 Type of part 1:text/plain Message part size:364/13: 134/4, 230/9 Text Message Begin How doth the little crocodile Improve his shining tail, And pour the waters of the Nile On every golden scale! `How cheerfully he seems to grin, How neatly spread his claws, And welcome little fishes in With gently smiling jaws! End Type of part 2:application/octet-stream Message part size:638/11: 176/5, 462/6 Attachment - saving [[msg.21]] Begin `You are old, Father William,' the young man said, `And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?' `In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, `I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.' End Message:4 From:Sergey Poznyakoff Subject:Nested MIME Number of parts in message:2 Total message size:3399/84 Type of part 1:text/plain Message part size:489/14: 148/4, 341/10 Text Message Begin `You are old, Father William,' the young man said, `And your hair has become very white; And yet you incessantly stand on your head-- Do you think, at your age, it is right?' `In my youth,' Father William replied to his son, `I feared it might injure the brain; But, now that I'm perfectly sure I have none, Why, I do it again and again.' End Type of part 2:multipart/mixed Message part size:2343/52: 107/3, 2236/49 Encapsulated message: From: Subject: Begin Type of part 1:application/octet-stream Message part size:656/12: 177/5, 479/7 Attachment - saving [[msg.22]] Begin `You are old,' said the youth, `as I mentioned before, And have grown most uncommonly fat; Yet you turned a back-somersault in at the door-- Pray, what is the reason of that?' `In my youth,' said the sage, as he shook his grey locks, `I kept all my limbs very supple By the use of this ointment--one shilling the box-- Allow me to sell you a couple?' End Type of part 2:multipart/mixed Message part size:1510/32: 107/3, 1403/29 Encapsulated message: From: Subject: Begin Type of part 1:application/octet-stream Message part size:661/12: 178/5, 483/7 Attachment - saving [[msg.23]] Begin `You are old,' said the youth, `and your jaws are too weak For anything tougher than suet; Yet you finished the goose, with the bones and the beak-- Pray how did you manage to do it?' `In my youth,' said his father, `I took to the law, And argued each case with my wife; And the muscular strength, which it gave to my jaw, Has lasted the rest of my life.' End Type of part 2:application/octet-stream Message part size:672/12: 177/5, 495/7 Attachment - saving [[msg.24]] Begin `You are old,' said the youth, `one would hardly suppose That your eye was as steady as ever; Yet you balanced an eel on the end of your nose-- What made you so awfully clever?' `I have answered three questions, and that is enough,' Said his father; `don't give yourself airs! Do you think I can listen all day to such stuff? Be off, or I'll kick you down stairs!' End End End Message:5 From:Sergey Poznyakoff Subject:Empty MIME Parts Number of parts in message:2 Total message size:857/27 Type of part 1:text/plain Message part size:136/4: 136/4, 0/0 Text Message Begin End Type of part 2:text/plain Message part size:149/5: 148/4, 1/1 Text Message Begin End ]) AT_CLEANUP