A few days ago I remembered something a woman said to me and
thought it would make a good post for a change. When I came to write it,
however, not only had I forgotten what she said, I’d even forgotten who she
was. What sort of a mind is that?
* * *
Oh, but I do so want to make a post about Australia. I
have an emotional connection with the place, you see, and I’m always keen to
talk about places with which I have an emotional connection. I can’t, of
course, because I’ve never been there. My impressions of Australia are
based entirely, and inadequately, on:
1. General facts which are a matter of common knowledge.
2. The image which – wittingly or unwittingly – it projects
of itself.
3. Things Aussies have told me about it.
Not good enough, but I tell you what. One of the first
places I intend to visit after I die is Sydney
(to sort out a red dress for somebody) so I’ll take a butchers and find a competent
medium to write it up for me. How’s that?
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