australian fiction

well, sam said. that's it, then.
that's what?
we stay.
you weren't really gunna sell, sam? said lester, squeezing off an allergenic chord.
no. some abo told me it wasn't worth the money. actually he said it was bad luck.
that was me! said dolly, and i'm no abo.
i dunno, i forget. it was election day. the bugger laughed when i asked him how he voted.
he didn't vote, said rose, matter of fact.
what?
blacks havn't got the vote, she said.
sam put his cup pn the saucer. jesus, that's a bit rough, isn't it? they need a union.
rose laughed.
well, he was shitty for a reason, then. he basically said i as pissweak.
remember which side of the corridor you're on! oriel bellowed. the language!
well, he was right, said dolly.
now, now, said lester.
more tea? asked elaine.
yairs. a toast.
what to?
to us, said lester. and this old place.
ere, ere.
god bless er, an all who sink in er.
gawd, he's gunna play the national anthem.
lester! give over.
fish, get your fingers out of it, let him play the song.
that's a royalist song. play an australian song.
they're all irish.
- Tim Winton

(too right.)