Monday 10th November 2014
Felix Moore in Peter Carey’s Amnesia, loc. 145
I spent the day at Martin Place, at the post office, searching the Sydney phone books and getting change at the counter.
‘Do I know, you? You were on TV last night?’
‘That’s me, mate.’
The clerk was a pale red-headed fellow with no bum and his sleeves rolled up to show his biceps. He slowly counted out my phone money.
‘Felix,’ he said.
‘Yes, mate.’
‘You’re a wanker, mate’.
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Apologies for the belated post this week!
