… It was some time since the author had been seen in his home town (Sydney). Standing, he said to me-though we had been drinking, taking various pills-did I know Apollinaire’s lines-about tossing off your life as tho it were a drink? ‘Some Days’, he said, strayed between the poles of Robbe-Grillet’s In The Labyrinth and ‘Tambourine Life’. Endles