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Beauty is a short-lived tyranny.

Oh father, you can be such a gobemouche sometimes!

I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree

The Bhagavad Gita always helped my forehand draw. Buckingham Bowls Club, New Town. March 2011. Oh how I would love to have had W.B. Yeats for dinner! Pan fried in a bit of garlic butter, I think. The Lake Isle of Innisfree , by W.B. Yeats I WILL arise and go now, and go to Innisfree, And a small cabin build there, of clay and wattles made; Nine bean rows will I have there, a hive for the honey bee, And live alone in the bee-loud glade. And I shall have some peace there, for peace comes dropping slow, Dropping from the veils of the morning to where the cricket sings; There midnight's all a glimmer, and noon a purple glow, And evening full of the linnet's wings. I will arise and go now, for always night and day I hear lake water lapping with low sounds by the shore; While I stand on the roadway, or on the pavements gray, I hear it in the deep heart's core.

Bravery never goes out of fashion.

We went spearfishing. Didn't even catch one spear. ... I'll get my coat.

How much easier it is to be critical than to be correct.

Blue. Kangaroo Bay, Bellerive. February 2011. Another week, another few books. This week I have a bigger one and a littler one. Let’s start with the little one, shall we? Although Alan Bennett is better associated with the world of theatre, he has ventured into TV, radio and literature. In The Clothes They Stood Up In , he brings his attention to detail and illustration of contemporary life through the eyes of Mrs. Ransome's, a seemingly dreary figure left behind by modern society. The central premise of the book – suddenly all the worldly possessions of a suburban couple are removed from their flat – allows the author the leeway to create an atmosphere of stilted repression in which one character, gradually, is able to discover the world’s ability to delight her, even arouse her. It’s a surprisingly dark piece, and tackles one of my favourite topics: stuff and its capacity to blunt our senses. All up it is a fantastic book, and – even better – will only take you a few hou

Be yourself is about the worst advice you can give to some people.

Climbing hills is good exercise. Carrying two tired children while climbing hells is torture.

At the bus stop...

It's all his own work...

Do not be in a hurry to succeed. What would you have to live for afterwards? Better make the horizon your goal; it will always be ahead of you.

I see sea green. Bellerive Wharf, February 2011. Any questions? If someone wrote a book about your life, what would they title it? Good question. Hmmm. How about Mental Disintegration: the challenge and art of cohabiting with two tyros ? Do you like to sing in the shower? Yes I do. I sing tunes from the hit parade re-worked with dirty lyrics. What do you do when (you think) no one is looking? I look. Did you ever have a teacher who picked on you? At least one for certain. She was a sour old cow. The others, well, maybe they had a point… Describe yourself in a single sentence. I fall down a lot.

A story has no beginning or end; arbitrarily one chooses that moment of experience from which to look back or from which to look ahead.

Couldn't you just see this face on a bottle of salad dressing?

Tiger blood?

We're back with a very special guest ...

A difference of opinion is what makes horse racing and missionaries.

Heading in a north easterly direction. Looking up from the vantage point of Bathurst Street, Hobart. March 2011. I stick the thumb out, but they never stop. Why not?

The worst thing that happens to you may be the best thing for you if you don't let it get the best of you.

Yes, I believe I can fly! Thanks to Jen, who took the pic. [By the by, who are those two dills in the background?]

The obscure we see eventually. The completely obvious, it seems, takes longer.

Dead bird has seen better days. Calverts Beach, February 2011. I know how this bird feels.

The sad truth is that most evil is done by people who never make up their minds to be good or evil.

Next stop, Music Hall !

Someone must have slandered Josef K., for one morning, without having done anything truly wrong, he was arrested.

Sign #1. St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011. Still going... Sign #2. St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011. Still going... Sign #3. St Johns Park, New Town. March 2011. Still going...

The past is a foreign country; they do things differently there.

Handsome Henry harnesses his habromania.

It is terrible to contemplate how few politicians are hanged.

This seagull is checking out the potential Sheffield Shield final location. Bellerive Oval, Bellerive. March 2011. Top Five Cricket Teams. Tasmania Tasmania Tasmania Tasmania Tasmania