News at Eleven: As the dog's remains were shovelled away,

the boy [young Robert Gray] realised Lucky's "extraordinary smartness had been made nothing, in an instant . . . this was just the empty way of things . . . I felt myself swimming with the horror of it, and yet I was standing upright and steady--like a top spinning so rapidly, it seems almost unmoved on its stem. I knew I must never hint to my mother about such feelings."

from The Sydney Morning Herald: Poet palely loitering

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