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How to download The Ultimate Steal after 30 days
I purchased Microsoft Office 2007 via The Ultimate Steal last winter. The software is provided as a download through Digital River – but it is available for only 30 days after making the purchase.
So what happens if you lose your backup?
The order confirmation email reads:
DOWNLOADABLE PRODUCTS
Downloadable products may be accessed by looking up your order. When the order summary appears, click on the Download link next to the product name.
LOOKING UP YOUR ORDER
Go to http://store.digitalriver.com/store/msshus/DisplayHelpPage. You may also find other helpful information on this page.
Sounds promising. After signing in, it even displays a hopeful looking download button:
but clicking it returns the following:
Sorry,
It is too late to download this file. You were allowed to download within 30 days.
If you have any questions, please contact Digital River Customer Service at CustomerServices@digitalriver.com.
Fortunately, you don’t have to use this particular installer. You can use your license key to convert a trial version of Office 2007 to a full version. You can freely download the trial version from here:
http://msft-dnl.digitalrivercontent.net/msoffice/pub/X12-30307/X12-30307.exe
Once installed, the first thing it does is ask you for a product key. Yours is included in your order confirmation email.
If you haven’t kept that email, I think you’re out of luck.
The Sound of Cells Dividing
Seattle Opera's Young Artists Program to Present 'Così Fan Tutte'
Seattle Opera's Young Artists Program - Pre-Performance Lecture
1984
But, that's not what I had in mind with this post. What I had in mind was to transcribe this beautiful passage about a bird singing, overheard by Winston and Julia after they had first stolen away into the country and illicitly made love:"A thrush alighted on a bough not five meters away, almost at the level of their faces. Perhaps it had not seen them. It was in the sun, they in the shade. It spread out its wings, fitted them carefully into place again, ducked its head for a moment, as though making a sort of obeisance to the sun, and then began to pour forth a torrent of song. In the afternoon hush the volume of sound was startling. Winston and Julia clung together, fascinated. The music went on, minute after minute, with astonishing variations, never once repeating itself, almost as if the bird were deliberately showing off its virtuosity. Sometimes it stopped for a few seconds, spread out and resettled its wings, then swelled its speckled breast and again burst into song. Winston watched it with a sort of vague reverence. For whom, for what, was the bird singing? No mate, no rival was watching it. What made it sit at the edge of the lonely wood and pour its music into nothingness?"
