A Thinking ReedFrom quiz kid to Australian Minister for Science, from frustrated school teacher to National President of the ALP, from the suburbs of Melbourne to UNESCO in Paris, Barry Jones has had a prodigious public life. Barry Jones first came to public prominence as Pick-a-Box quiz champion, and from then on he has embraced a myriad of passions and causes. A Thinking Reed spans his remarkable career, from a lonely childhood in Melbourne of the 1930s and 1940s to the fight he led against the death penalty to his crusade to make science and the future prominent issues on the political agenda. He has worked tirelessly on both a global and local scale to rethink education, to improve and preserve our heritage, to revive the nations's film industry, and to build a better Australia. Almost unique among politicians, Barry Jones is held in enormous public affection. And while he reveals many insights into the political process - both the problems of office and the atrophy of Opposition - he concentrates above all on the life of the mind; a mind with deep, passionate and often witty insights into history, philosophy, music and literature. A Thinking Reed is a generous gift from an extraordinary Australian. 'A Thinking Reed is a book that works through accumulation and accretion . . . and in his requiem for contemporary politics, we reach the finale of what we now see has been a symphony, and one with Mahleresque intimations of tragedy'. - Australian Literary Review 'Barry Jones has written the best autobiography of a politician I have ever read'. - Don Aitkin, Canberra Historical Journal 'A Thinking Reed is a mixture of honesty, FUN, common sense and scholarship too. It makes a delightful portrait of a life. - Owen Chadwick, OM, historian 'It is breathtakingly ambitious, clear-eyed but generous about other people Rich and strange - like travelling with Gulliver as he discovers the world and himself in it . . . I don't often hanker for multi-volumed works, but I wished for more all the while I was reading this'. - The Age |
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Page vii
... Victorian Parliament, saying 'When you talk about Pascal, they think you mean lollies'. He promised he wouldn't but couldn't help himself. The great quotation about 'a thinking reed' works far better in the context of this book ...
... Victorian Parliament, saying 'When you talk about Pascal, they think you mean lollies'. He promised he wouldn't but couldn't help himself. The great quotation about 'a thinking reed' works far better in the context of this book ...
Page 8
... Victoria, on Tuesday 11 October 1932, at St Margaret's Private Hospital in Ryrie Street, now the Geelong Hospital's Dialysis Unit, at the depth of the Great Depression. It was a complicated forceps delivery, due to my birth weight ...
... Victoria, on Tuesday 11 October 1932, at St Margaret's Private Hospital in Ryrie Street, now the Geelong Hospital's Dialysis Unit, at the depth of the Great Depression. It was a complicated forceps delivery, due to my birth weight ...
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... Victoria. Melbourne,Australia's second city and the Federal capital from 1901 to 1927, had just under one million inhabitants. Geelong,Victoria's second city, with almost 40 000 people, was dismissed by Melbourne's residents as 'Sleepy ...
... Victoria. Melbourne,Australia's second city and the Federal capital from 1901 to 1927, had just under one million inhabitants. Geelong,Victoria's second city, with almost 40 000 people, was dismissed by Melbourne's residents as 'Sleepy ...
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... Victorian Football League, loved horse racing and gambled frequently. He was a voracious, but undiscriminating, reader. In childhood he was reputed to have kept a book by his side as he chopped wood by kerosene lamp. Photographs suggest ...
... Victorian Football League, loved horse racing and gambled frequently. He was a voracious, but undiscriminating, reader. In childhood he was reputed to have kept a book by his side as he chopped wood by kerosene lamp. Photographs suggest ...
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... Victoria, on 25 November 1881, became a pupil-teacher, developed her singing voice (mezzo-soprano) and performed at church concerts and evangelistic campaigns. In one of these she had the great misfortune to meet Alec Black, was swept ...
... Victoria, on 25 November 1881, became a pupil-teacher, developed her singing voice (mezzo-soprano) and performed at church concerts and evangelistic campaigns. In one of these she had the great misfortune to meet Alec Black, was swept ...
Contents
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3 Death Penalty | 72 |
4 Quiz Show | 103 |
5 Fifty Years Hard Labor | 130 |
6 Faces | 182 |
7 Bump Me Into Parliament | 226 |
12 Backbench Explorations | 395 |
13 Beliefs | 417 |
14 The Third Age | 443 |
1979 1989 2001 | 475 |
Afterword | 529 |
The Second Coming | 530 |
Lists | 531 |
Blbliography | 538 |
8 Life of My Mind | 259 |
9 Sleepers Wake | 310 |
10 Inside the Hawke Government | 332 |
11 Ministering to Science | 353 |
Acknowledgments | 547 |
Index | 548 |
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Page 131 - Labor is prior to, and independent of, capital. Capital is only the fruit of labor, and could never have existed if labor had not first existed. Labor is the superior of capital, and deserves much the higher consideration.
Page 76 - What's that so black agin the sun?' said Files-onParade. 'It's Danny fightin' 'ard for life,' the Colour-Sergeant said. 'What's that that whimpers over'ead?' said Files-onParade. 'It's Danny's soul that's passin' now,
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Page 527 - So first of all let me assert my firm belief that the only thing we have to fear is fear itself — nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance.
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