Aussie Summer Quotes

L'objet de leur discussion aperçut alors son reflet, comme elles auraient pu elles aussi le voir, dans un miroir à cadre doré sur le mur opposé : une silhouette étrange, contorsionnée, une jambe enroulée sur l'autre, la main droite serrée dans la gauche, et une tête hirsute inclinée sur le côté. L'angle de vue effaçait le reste de la pièce et il donnait l'impression d'être seul au centre d'une immensité blanche. Un paysage de neige givré sur lequel tombaient les rayons du soleil. L'été arctique : rien ne bouge, rien ne vit et le ciel est dégagé. Ce n'est pas moi, pensa-t-il. Et pourtant, si. Tout était faux à propos de cet homme. Jamais son reflet ne montrerait la vérité qu'il avait en vie de crier tout haut. (…) Alors qu'il avait cru pouvoir crier, une toute petite voix s'échappa de lui. ‘J'ai aimé, leur dit-il. Ce qui signifie que j'ai vécu. A ma manière.’ Il n'y avait rien à ajouter.

I’ve got some good physical therapy for you. Any good at fencing?” Joss almost choked on her mouthful of coffee. She sat up straight in her chair and shook her head. “No, Gus.” Troy ignored her. “I can fence in my sleep.” “Gus.” She narrowed her eyes at her father-in-law who could be stubborn as a mule. “He dislocated his elbow. He shouldn’t be doing any heavy lifting with his arm. Not to mention it’s going to be in a splint for a couple of weeks.” “He’s still got his right arm, don’t he?” “Yeah,” Troy drawled, amusement flattening his vowels even more than usual. “I’ve still got my right arm.” She glared at Gus. “You want to take on a one-armed fencer?” “Damien’s got his summer job starting today so I’m losing my sidekick and Cody’s out with his broken leg for another couple of weeks. It’d be handy to have even one extra hand on.” “I bet I can fence better one-armed than most men can with two.” There was no bravado to the claim. His expression was sincere and Joss believed him. She didn’t doubt this man could do a crap ton of things better than most men.

Author’s Note This series of stories are set in Australia and use Aussie words, expressions and spelling. We say ‘mum’ to rhyme with ‘thumb’. Year 9 is the same as ninth grade and high school begins in Year 7 and goes all the way through to Year 12. Christmas is in the summer. We do maths, not math, and we spell analyse (and a bunch of other words) with an ‘s’, not a ‘z’. In fact, lots of our spelling is just slightly different, so don’t get worried if it’s not what you’re used to.