So I remember both medicine, because I frequently sick, particularly with asthma for which there was no proper treatment then, and in religion I had a strong sense of there being a patriarchy.
My brother arrived some months after my father left. Um, and he ah, was thus eight years younger than me and it was um, you know, it was such a time that my mother probably had people wondering was it his.
And so um, I knew that I really didn't want to be a priest and didn't want to be a celibate, though I could probably manage it. Um, and um, ultimately I left.
And I was very interested in the priesthood.
Um, what I found though about the Christian Brothers is this: that they were certainly muscular.
So I was very close to ordination. I was delighted to be ordained a deacon, which is the last step between, before becoming a priest. But then it all fell apart.
So nonetheless given the importance that was placed on sport in Australia, I wanted to be part of that scene, particularly since I had felt very strongly in my early schooling being marginalised even in the Catholic school.
Fatal human malice is the staple of narrators, original sin the mother-fluid of historians. But it is a risky enterprise to have to write of virtue.
The list is an absolute good. The list is life. All round its cramped margins lies the gulf.
I was never any good at cricket thought I love it as a, as a sort of mystery.
Coitus is random, children are definite.
Personal finances are like people's personal health, crucial and tragic to the sufferer but tedious to the listener.
In a way Australia is like Catholicism. The company is sometimes questionable and the landscape is grotesque. But you always come back.
And it is a folly to try to craft a novel for the screen, to write a novel with a screen contract in mind.
You know, so I was a weird eccentric kid but I did believe in the power of the word and of the word being made flesh I suppose, which again I suppose came from my temperament as well as my upbringing.
I thought I'd definitely be a writer, whatever I did.
And I liked pluralist Australia. I got a taste for pluralist Australia. I like, I like Australians and I can't believe that they're going to go to hell because they tell a good dirty joke, you know.
And I found both literature and the church very dramatic presences in the world of the 1950s.
And I definitely wanted to be a writer, but I felt a duty now, having used up those educational resources, I felt a duty to the church and my parents to become a priest.
But I was also a brat. I used to belong to a gang that went looking for fights with other gangs.
It was so like old times that Henry found himself smiling down at Olek and Mance, playing to her, capable of ignoring the rest. It did seem for those seconds that the earth had at last been pacified by music.
The List is Life.", Schindler's List
The principle was, death should not be entered like some snug harbor. It should be an unambiguous refusal to surrender.
It's only when you abandon your ambitions that they become possible.
Power is when we have every justification to kill, and we don't
I must apologise because I know all writers have memories of being on the outer because it's the children on the side of the playground who become the dangerous writers.
Whoever saves one life, saves the world entire.
Australia integrated the - brought on the ships and unleashed in the society the dogs of sectarianism, which had existed in other places - in Glasgow, in Liverpool and of course in Ireland, north and south.
But in practice Australia - the pluralism of Australia - sorry the sectarianism to an extent stopped at the time you took your uniform off after coming home from school.
And I think my sexuality was heavily repressed by the church, by the, you know, the design of the mortal sins.
It is not too fantastic to say that he desired them with some of the absolute passion that characterised the exposed and flaming heart of Jesus which hung on Emilie's wall. Since this narrative has tried to avoid the canonisation of the Herr Direktor, the idea of the sensual Oskar as the desirer of souls has to be proved.
Thomas was my true name but everyone knew me as Mick, except my mother, who knew me as definitely Michael.