Mr Crouch

When I walked past the Second hand bookstore last night, after the lane incident, I noticed that someone had left about eight fat books outside the front door. I had a look and the books were the palimentary debates for Australia in 1902. I picked one up and flicked through it. It wasn't very interesting. There was a man named Mr Crouch who did a bit of talking. I closed the book and put it back when I found it.

As I was walking away it occoured to me that Mr Crouch would be dead now, as would every one else in that book. But we still know what they said.