Sunday, 31 December 2006
Oh Sydney, my Sydney
Six weeks now until I ship off down to the deep south. Already I'm growing nostalgic for Sydney. This Leichhardt, espresso-sodden, this Parramatta Rd serried with auto dealers, this cat, this tree, this bookshop, this Newtown, this nine-storey library, this blessed plot, this earth, this realm, this Sydney. Sigh. Who would've thought I'd grow up to be such a sentimental old bloke?
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Yes, we don't have a nine-storey library in Melbourne, that's true, but there's always that statue of Matthew Flinders standing on his head. Oh, and that thingy coming out of the pavement outside the state library. Give Fisher library a hug for me while you're at it. It's absurd, but just once in a while I get nostalgic for that gigantic bookshelf.
This is encouraging. Thank you. Who needs whatever it is Sydney's got when you can have an inverted Matthew Flinders. Smellbourne, of course, is also within cheering proximity of the East Gippsland giant earthworm.
As for missing Fisher: dammit, that's not absurd. She's loveliness incarnate, from her collection of Edwardian postcards right up to her air conditioning tower.
Indeed, the building is the most sublime rendition of a box that I have come across. The books it has in it are good, too.
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