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From an article Thinking outside the paddock, Spectrum section, The Sydney Morning Herald, 7 April 2001:
Riddle: what kind of place constructs a vast, expensive empty paddock as its symbolic national city? Don't get me wrong. I like Canberra. I like its leafiness, its crisp, sweet air, its lawny monumentality. I like its absurdities, its vast, illegible, lunatic symbolism. I even like its emptiness, the sense of having stumbled upon the greened-over ruin of some ancient city which the gnomes still devotedly maintain despite having clean forgotten why it exists.
From The Wrong Way Home, by Peter Moore (Bantam, Australia, 1999):
In contrast, the bus I caught to Islamabad was prepared to make some sort of statement. It looked like a giant Hawaiian shirt [...]
[Chapter 12, Pakistan, p. 185]
[Chapter 25, Sydney, p. 383]
From "The Road Most Travelled" by Michael McGirr, Sydney Morning Herald travel section, p. 3, 30 Oct 2004:
One of the strangest of these is on the way to Yass. The big golden "M" stands in front of the name of the town. If you look twice, "M Yass" actually spells "My ass". The sign says "My ass. Open six am."
From Down Under [also published under the title In a Sunburned Country] by Bill Bryson:
[Chapter 6, p. 91] MP3 audio of quote (956 Kbyte)
[Chapter 6, p. 96]
Images from The *New* Monster that Ate Canberra by Michael Salmon:
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