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From: | Raymond Kemp |
Subject: | warm sneaking |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 09:08:32 +0300 |
But, said Somers, as he and Harriet went off with a
Mary E.
What makes YOU fuss with Kangarooand Struthers,
Jaz? So the debates had been going on, for a year and a half now. Theres somesorts
of sport and risk that you enjoy, and theres others you hate thethought
of.
I dont think youll be able to run away from it. My
mate is waitingfor me, a man says, and turns away from wife, children, mother and
all. Each man with the poles of the world restingon his heart.
And I think in your writings yousay as
much.
Youll be an Aussie yet, smiled Jaz slowly. Then the
cows walked or trottedplacidly home: so unconcerned. An urchin, barefoot, was
pottering round in silence,like a sandpiper. Once go down before the God-passion and
human passions taketheir right rhythm.
Show us that theissue isnt just the wage issue, or
who holds the money.
In the suitcase two cabbages and half a
pumpkin.
But Im bound to follow Kangaroos orders, so Imnot
bothering my chump over Jazs boodle.
But his heart was big within him, swollen in his
breast. The fallen had Lest we forget, for a motto.
No, youve got to give them something to appeal to
the deeper man inthem. They darent make a revolution, because thentheyd be
responsible for the country. The two men talked to thecockatoos, fascinated and
amused, for a quarter of an hour. No, thank goodness, said Somers, thinking of the
red, dry,thin-skinned hand.
And what does all that mean, in your estimation,
Mr.
But Australias like an open door with the blue
beyond. He staredat Somers for a few seconds, then looked away.
Ill see you have the whole scheme of the
proposalto-morrow. I suppose, said Harriet, if you dont have any inside life of
yourown it must seem a waste of time. Andthey cant quite bring it off, to hate the
capitalist with aself-righteous hate. Oldrags of paper littered the ground at the
base, with an old tin or two.
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