Andrew Quinn

“I wonder what I’m going to be when I grow up,’ Rob asked himself.

‘Well, not a film star,’ Mike said. ‘And not an all-in wrestler. Why don’t you be a drunk? You don’t need any talents for that.’

‘It’s got to be something in your blood,’ Rob said. It was his view that all history was a matter of blood.

‘That’s a lot of bullshit,’ Mike said. ‘Hell, Australia was built by people who didn’t know who their grandparents were. You can be anything you want to be, and you ought to be what you want to be, not what your grandpa was.’

‘Well, what are you going to be?’ Rob demanded… ‘A drunk,’ said Mike. ‘I haven’t got any talents.”
― Randolph Stow, The Merry-Go-Round in the Sea