Ned Kelley’s bones

Posted by lex, on March 9, 2008

One chaotic night in Tsim Sha Shui back in 1987 or ‘89 – I misremember – your correspondent and fifty or so of his closest friends found themselves in a watering hole y-clept “Ned Kelly’s Last Stand.” Parched by the heat and street dust endemic to that part of the Mysterious Orient, they took it upon themselves to set everything in order, not only because of the salutary effects of measured portions of ale and other strong spirits to the vital organs, but also because thirst is a terrible thing.

Credo

"Sign on, young man, and sail with me. The stature of our homeland is no more than the measure of ourselves. Our job is to keep her free. Our will is to keep the torch of freedom burning for all. To this solemn purpose we call on the young, the brave, the strong, and the free. Heed my call, Come to the sea. Come Sail with me."

— John Paul Jones

"Pardon him, Theodotus; he is a barbarian, and thinks that the customs of his tribe and island are the laws of nature"

— George Bernard Shaw, Caesar and Cleopatra

"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."

— Friedrich Nietzsche

"A kind Providence has placed in our breasts a hatred of the unjust and cruel, in order that we may preserve ourselves from cruelty and injustice. They who bear cruelty, are accomplices in it. The pretended gentleness which excludes that charitable rancour, produces an indifference which is half an approbation. They never will love where they ought to love, who do not hate where they ought to hate."

— Edmund Burke

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— Leonidas

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— Neptunus Lex