The First World War was a war devoid of any virtue. It arose from the quagmire of European tribalism: a complex interplay of nation-state destinies overlaid by notions of cultural superiority peppered with racism.
One tires of combat, although I can still throw a punch, you know.
I have said before, you don't expect conservative parties to believe in much, but you do expect them to believe in thrift.
When one has been touched by the stellar power and ethereal playing of a sublime musician, one is lifted, if only briefly, to a place beyond the realm of the temporal.
If one takes pride in one's craft, you won't let a good thing die. Risking it through not pushing hard enough is not a humility.
The more we view the country through the prism of Aboriginality, the more likely we are to get the angle right.
