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So yesterday (Anzac Day) I became increasingly aware that I had something going on in my jaw. By late in the evening I had become convinced ...
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As a child, naturally enough, I watched a lot of television and it being the early 1970s when I was a child, I watched a lot of what is no...
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I am not sure if there's anything nice one can say about Jacana station. As an unstaffed station, the last before the end of the line (t...
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From an early age (probably four or five) I would receive a weekly comic from the newsagent. It would arrive rolled up in the newspaper alon...
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Another 'Crescent' !
It is quite thrilling to be driving in the country and see the entire arc, and I wonder why that makes us feel lucky.
you are also lucky enough to be a Tag-ee of a book meme if you don't mind swinging by my place
(well it's not my place actually because I am house-sitting, so I suppose Dysthymia is my only home *sigh*)
peace and love
"Reach for nearest book,
Turn to page 123
Find the fifth sentence and
Post the next three sentences."
'"Harkoo has died, and Maylui must return to his own people."
This man had already to disappeared, and to his own people, as his subsequent appearance in this story will show.
"There shall be no more killing," repeated Ballanda.'
Conrad H. Sayce, The Splendid Savage Blackie & Co, 19thirtysomething.
Having just finished reading this turgid white supremacist fantasy of a byegone age, I am surprised I don't recall this particular incident halfway through the book, but then again, I'm not. It is pretty much just two white men of splendid physique and good cricket skills roaming amongst tribes and scattering the seed of British ideals of pluck amongst them without the slightest hope that any of the noble notions will 'take' with the venal and non-splendid savages. I think Harkoo must have been a witch doctor, or perhaps Maylui was the witch doctor who Ballanda later shot off a cliff top.
yr weird
I'm so glad you added that Disclaimer, I had been thinking "why on earth would Mr.Crescent be reading this turgid white supremacist fantasy ...
I learn something everyday from the WWW and today it was Conrad Sayce bless his white socks.
I am currently impressed by a quirky photographer blogger in NYC - bands playing in the rain, famous politicians, Havana, Gaza Strip .... and taxis, please Please visit him and enjoy it
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