Picture this heartwarming scene...a young boy sits at breakfast with his dad. It's a golden morning in Queensland; one of those that remind you of crusty bread ads or honey commercials. Outside, a bird-style sound tells us that we are in Australia's heartland - the bush - that salinated, eroded, dieldrin-saturated and generally degraded wide brown land that we love and sing about. The little lad is manfully tucking in to a well-cindered steak and a couple of fried eggs. His dad is doing likewise, only more of it.
Recommended CitationSimmonds, Diana, Letter from Ephesus: That'll Learn 'Ya, Australian Left Review, 1(117), 1990, 8.