You never knew anything so nothing, Nichts, Nullus, niente, as the life here. Australians are always vaguely and meaninglessly on the go. That's what the life in a new country does to you: it makes you so material, so outward, that your real inner life and your inner self dies out, and you clatter around like so many mechanical animals... Yet the weird, unawakened country is wonderful...
SO wrote British Novelist D.H. Lawrence to his wife's sister in 1922. Contemporary Australians could justifiably answer Lawrence with the words of another British author, Anthony Burgess,...
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