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"...You're a fool," he said calmly. "A man who has no shoes is a fool."


The work of building hospitals in the 1960s must have been an interesting time. One wonders why the task to construct the most featureless, boring, unattractive, ordinary-looking and dull buildings was taken up with such vigour. Here is the Argyle Street side of the Royal Hobart Hospital, and it's uniformity is surpassed only by its lack of character.

That said, both Henry and Ezra were born here, so it will hold some interest to future historians.

Comments

smudgeon said…
There's an alarming lack of anything to either love or hate about these kinds of buildings, and how is anyone supposed to get worked up when it's so blandly middle of the road?

As a Tasmanian, it's my right to have a strong opinion about everything...
Kris McCracken said…
Me, I try to focus my anger on the lack of focus for my anger.
yamini said…
More than the exteriors, I find hospitals to be dreary and depressing from Inside.
I hate going to a doctor or visiting a hospital but sometimes have to do it anyway, if someone close is suffering.
Coach said…
Is the quote from The Truce?
Sue said…
A monument to the boys should be commissioned immediately to be erected outside for future generations to acknowledge the importance of this hospital as the birthplace of two legends!!!
And so say all of us!!!
PS I deleted my last comment to enable a correction to my hasty and inaccurate typing.
Carola said…
Have they tryed to make it nicer inside, some colours etc. ?
Nathalie H.D. said…
LOL Kris and "me"!
But you're right about the interest to historians.
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, it is pretty boring inside too.
Kris McCracken said…
Coach, indeed it is. An excellent book!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, what will they children say?!?
Kris McCracken said…
Carola, the children’s ward is, but the rest is very plain.
Kris McCracken said…
Nathalie, good ol’ historians...

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