«obvious that solidity is not.»

«It had never rained in this way. It began normally enough, the usual surly clouds […] When the rain began in earnest, after the honeymoon of blown showers and blue patches, the lives of men and animals appeared both transitory and insignificant events beneath its terrible continuity […] It fell always. It fell in their sleep. It washed through the dreams of sleepers, lifted their fears and resentments, and set them floating on the grey waters of sleep […] in the dissolved world of flowing water, under drifting trees, it was obvious that solidity is not.»
(Patrick White: The Tree of Man)

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When the shit hits the Fantail.

Zyklon „Fehi“ über Neuseeland.

Schon mal mit dem Autor durch einen Wasserfall gefahren? Buchstäblich. Oder in so etwas wie einer Autowaschstraße geschlafen?
Beide Vergnügen erlebt man, wenn man den Haast-Paß über die neuseeländischen Alpen zur Westküste unbedingt in einem tropischen Regensturm überqueren will.
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