I never saw Duffy again, and don’t really know what happened to him. I heard stories but they were all contradictory. Some say he went AWOL (the one thing he was good at) and was never seen again. Others that he is still in Holdsworthy, continually committing acts of insubordination which just extended his sentence. Still others that he became a spy for ASIS. I’m sure they would have declared him unmanageable in the end and granted him his heart’s desire, being a dishonourable discharge. No man would have received such a thing with greater pride.
    I kinda missed him when he was gone, but mostly I didn’t care. I just saw out my brutal month at Canungra, dreaming of the paradise that was Holdsworthy Prison.

Samuel Butler wrote a very dull Utopian book called Erewhon (nowhere spelled backwards, almost) which is generally thought to be placed in the alps of New Zealand. The hero makes his way there by chance, learns all about their strange ways. Crime is an illness, illness is a disgrace (they are very handsome and fit people), life is led backwards from Death to Birth, the latter being a taboo subject, and so on. He escapes with the woman of his choice. Fascinating if you are into such nonsense, but without drama or point apart from simplistic satire.
    Erewhon Revisited is boredom revisited really. Samuel Butler wrote this and most critics are trying to forget that he did. It is supposed to be a brilliant Swiftian portrait of the eccesses of England (the rich I mean) but it is too tedious. Few writers are insulted as frequently as Jonathan Swift and any scurrilous unoriginal rubbish will receive his brand when there is nothing else to say about their work, but I guess that’s the lot of a great satirist. Everyone is kind to Butler—get it?