People Do Not Love Those Whose Eyes

Swimming Always Cleans Your Soul

You Could Not Tell A Story Like This. A Story Like This You Could Only Feel.

At The Very End Of A Book I Can Manage To Work For Longer Stretches, But Mostly, Making Stuff Up For Three Hours, That's Enough. I Can't Do Any More. At The End Of The Day I Might Tinker With My Morning's Work And Maybe Write Some Again. But I Think Three Hours Is Fine.

And It's Always Possible That You Will Not Get A Nice Review. So - And That's Enraging Of Course, To Get A Bad Review, You Can't Talk Back, And It's Sort Of Shaming In A Way.

Our Prime Minister Could Embrace And Forgive The People Who Killed Our Beloved Sons And Fathers, And So He Should, But He Could Not, Would Not, Apologise To The Aboriginal People For 200 Years Of Murder And Abuse. The Battle Against The Turks, He Said In Gallipoli, Was Our History, Our Tradition. The War Against The Aboriginals, He Had Already Said At Home, Had Happened Long Ago. The Battle Had Made Us; The War That Won The Continent Was Best Forgotten