This is a good entry about the ending of the book. I would ask that you look at your spelling in the last two paragraphs of your review. I am sure the word should read philosophy. Also the tense of the word haven’t should be past so should read hadn’t. Blessings. Dave
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Perhaps Fergus is watching all from a bush somewhere close. Perhaps Fergus didn’t want to be found. Although we do have an account of his death in the book… but I could imagine him, or some other bushrangers looking on the whole setting, seeing if an ambush were possible for the freeing of a comrade.
Such a well researched and written piece on these two men. I found it interesting ( I shared with you earlier) that these men were a couple, it was well known, but still they were allowed and welcomed into St Paul’s Castle Hill, which is in the conservative Sydney Anglican Diocese. So interesting that you found out about the last years of Manoly’s life being spent in a Nursing home that was indeed Patrick White’s childhood home.
Linda your research and writing into homosexual history is astounding. You never fail to amaze me. Thank you for your continued support, affirmation and interest in the welfare of gay Australians.
Thank you for sharing that you, like me have difficulty understanding what it is Francis was trying to say, to make sense of the words on the page. I think it was Michael who said in class “We know when we have a spiritual experience, we sometimes cannot put it into words, but we know it”. Michael equated it to hearing a Beethoven Symphony or seeing a profound Artwork. It leaves you breathless, awestruck…Leaving you saying to yourself and others “What just happened” . The answer is, I don’t know but it really did happen. You have done well in this course. It is always a pleasure to be in class with you.
I don’t know whether the incredibly talented Mermaid meant this post to be part of Reading Australia, but she has certainly read Australia well with this post, which I commented on.
What a fabulous post. I too lament progress.
I too prefer the rustle of the leaves in the trees to the hustle and bustle of the lives that some people think they must live.
I love the smell of the Wisteria, almost as much as I do the scent of Hyacinth as a wealthy woman passes wearing Chanel number 5. The only fragrance that can compete with the Wisteria is that which assaults the senses after kilometres of bushealking you come across a stand of wild freesias ( an introduced pest ) in the Royal National Park.
Again you have done it. Thanks for the memories.
Wow Audrey. That is amazing writing. I was there with you as you held our hand. With you we took every step of that walk. We saw what you saw and like you I stared in awe at the drawings of a people who may have even introduced art to the world. I too wanted to touch it. I reached up but paused. I’m glad I didn’t…your admonishment about destroying what has been forever was ringing in my ears.
Thank you for taking us on this mind walk. Some of us are no longer to physically do it now.