From da book
' Eventually, Assange capitulated. Late at night, after a two-hour
debate, he started the process on one of his little netbooks that would
enable Leigh to download the entire tranche of cables. The Guardian
journalist had to set up the PGP encryption system on his laptop at home
across the other side of London. Then he could feed in a password.
Assange wrote down on a scrap of paper:
ACollectionOfHistorySince_1966_ToThe_PresentDay#. “That’s the
password,” he said. “But you have to add one extra word when you type it
in. Y have to put in the word ‘Diplomatic’ before the word ‘History’. Can
ou
you remember that?”
“I can remember that.”
Leigh set off home, and successfully installed the PGP software. He
typed in the lengthy password, and was gratified to be able to download a
huge file from Assange’s temporary website. Then he realized it was
zipped up – compressed using a format called 7z which he had never
heard of, and couldn’t understand. He got back in his car and drove
through the deserted London streets in the small hours, to Assange’s
headquarters in Southwick Mews. Assange smiled a little pityingly, and
unzipped it for him.'