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now everybody wants to be them. Visit the right spots and you’ll see them: they’re Sydney’s new aristocrats, and everyone, it seems, is pleading to get a bit of noble breeding. [76] 6/12 “Our new aristocrats, my arse,” says Murray, reading the report. “The triumph of the brainless class, is what I’d say.” He gives a snort: “What have these people done to be more sought, more loved, than you or me? They put out, or play hard to get. They haven’t learned what life is yet— and never will!” But Art is silent. For thirty years he’s known that life is certain to be marred by strife, and thought it brutish, cold and violent. But living here with Eden’s kings his mind has turned to better things. [77] 7/12 Now, walking through the canopies and living in a world of green as sunlight glints between the trees, Arthur reflects he’s only seen the underside of life’s tossed coin. Now racks of screeching fruitbats join the consternation of his thoughts, as, clean and warm in shirt and shorts, he traces webs of giant spiders weaving between majestic branches and leaves that fall in avalanches. He feels the envy of outsiders who taste what they have never known and want to catch some of their own. [78] 8/12 He shares his ponderings with Murray: “We’ve struggled to get half-past nowhere. But don’t you wonder? Don’t you worry that others effortlessly go where we’re banished even in our dreams?” Murray demurs: “My self-esteem’s not built on such a sandy shale— but if yours is, then don’t just rail and rant about it. It’s all luck, it seems to me: you have to stand up, be in there with your bony hand up,