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From: | Tilly Weiss |
Subject: | [Emacs-commit] hideaway simple |
Date: | Mon, 18 Sep 2006 15:46:22 +0200 |
And there she performed queer corkscrew exercises
with her neck in theair. Richard was thankful to get out of Canberra Hall. And so
theFascisti, seeing the Socialists in a funk, got up and began to try tokick their
behinds.
He would be the Trotsky to the new Lenin, forhe was
a born handler of men. The other man was quiet, and seemed preoccupied. I dont think
Ive the right touch, saidRichard slowly. And the trouble with us here is, no
onecalls to our deeps, they lie there stagnant.
Were too much mixed up with other folks business,
whatsabsolutely no fun for us. Why, human beings CANT absolutely loveone
another.
I dont want to bekissing and hugging a lot of
foreign labour tripe: niggers and what thehell.
Wecant all be Peter and Paul and know all about
it.
Youjust walk out of the world and into Australia.
Was another Reign of Terrorpreparing for Sydney?
My mate is waitingfor me, a man says, and turns
away from wife, children, mother and all.
Then the boom died down, but the Digger Clubs had
grown immensely on thestrength of it. They called him the Emu, to match Kangaroo on
theAustralian coat of arms.
But in front it was labelledPictoria, so it was the
cinema.
I heard he made over forty pounds onWhit Monday,
here on this beach.
Youve got a bit of anAustralian look this morning
about you, he added with a smile. I wouldnt like to have to spend mylife with him.
Whereupon she did the inevitable, turned her back on him and he nolonger existed for
her. Hedeclared that theyd probably charge ten pounds for the chain alone,since it
was Australia.
Now hes got this machine of his own,hes quite right
to make something for himself if he can.
And who are ourwitch-doctors, our medicine-men? He
nodded to the two men as theyentered, but did not speak nor rise from his desk. What
a holy horrorman-and-man love would be: mates or comrades!
At last he looked up, and the fighting look was in
the front of hiseyes.
On the subtle faceof Somers a small, wicked smile
hovered like a half visible flame. He waswell-informed, and seemed to weigh and
judge everything he heard as heheard it. Youll be an Aussie yet, smiled Jaz
slowly.
I suppose thats what it amounts to,they didnt
believe in what they were doing. But the village was anagglomeration of fag ends.
Let it breathe the new air oftrust and comradeship into us.
And the tradesmenscarts flew round in the
wilderness, delivering goods.
I just dont care, so whats the good
offussing.
She spoke in these tones of unmitigated intimacyto
the white-moustached librarian.
Yes, hes a man from Bulli: was aflying-man all
through the war. No, no, said Richard, laughing at the irony. She never acquiesced
in theUNCREATEDNESS of the new country, the rawness, the slovenliness. Showus how to
BELIEVE in one another, with all our hearts.
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