Converting PDF files to html (or text)

Have you ever wanted to convert your pdf documents to html? Have you then tried to google for a pdf converter and came up with a thousand sites where you download a trial of this or a trial of that? I did that before, and in one of my google results it managed to send me to what then seemed like the most obvious place one would try first; the Adobe site! They have an online tools section where you can convert your pdf files to text or html.

Simply send an email with your pdf attachement to pdf2txt{AT}adobe.com or to pdf2html{AT}adobe.com.

Dont ask me why you'd want to convert, I did it for someone I knew and I did ask why.

I am manulite

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