" And, as I sit here writing by lamplight at midday, in the midst of a great city of shallow social sham, of hopeless, squalid poverty, of ignorant selfishness, cultured or brutish, and of noble and heroic endeavour frowned down or callously neglected, I am almost aware of a burst of sunshine in the room, and a long form leaning over my chair, and: "Excuse me for troublin' yer; I'm always troublin' yer; but there's that there poor woman...." And I wish I could immortalize him! "

― Henry Lawson , Children of the Bush