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About the most originality that any writer can hope to achieve honestly is to steal with good judgement.

Mt Amos. Taken from the saddle between Mt Amos and Mt Mayson, Freycinet National Park. January 2013. The Country Girls , Edna O'Brien: A lovely little coming of age story set in repressed 1950s Ireland and centring on two markedly different girls. This caused quite a stir on release and holds up very well fifty years later. Any time you hear that the Catholics are burning a book, it's worth looking into it. Entertaining. B+ . Mt Mayson. Taken from the saddle between Mt Amos and Mt Mayson, Freycinet National Park. January 2013.

habit of memory propels to the ground of his making

Bathing beauties? Opossum Bay, South Arm Peninsula. December 2012. The weather forecast holds mixed fortunes for our planned Christmas brunch right here on Opossum Bay beach. Fingers crossed. Here, have one of my favourite poems... After Making Love We Hear Footsteps , Galway Kinnell For I can snore like a bullhorn or play loud music or sit up talking with any reasonably sober Irishman and Fergus will only sink deeper into his dreamless sleep, which goes by all in one flash, but let there be that heavy breathing or a stifled come-cry anywhere in the house and he will wrench himself awake and make for it on the run—as now, we lie together, after making love, quiet, touching along the length of our bodies, familiar touch of the long-married, and he appears—in his baseball pajamas, it happens, the neck opening so small he has to screw them on— and flops down between us and hugs us and snuggles himself to sleep, his face gleaming with satisfaction at being this very ...

A prince never lacks legitimate reasons to break his promise.

After dealing with the Ruskies, Ezra makes his way to Székesfehérvár...

The fool wonders, the wise man asks.

Even in summer, there remains a bit of chill to that water this far south. This does not deter the intrepid though, and we only turned back when we started bumping into icebergs…