I feel myself to be a man disgraced, walking nightlong and daylong beyond the Paling of a Garden lush with fountains and flowers, waiting In vain for the....

lignitic clay

the deeper convergings and divergings of our own natures

They were peculiar people, slow. Well more backwards I think, probably a bit retarded. Well very retarded actually - the father had a few 'roos loose in the top paddock but the mother had a whole trainload.