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Yachts swayed and rattled at their moorings; headlights swept us; the ghost of an old Empire Flying Boat road at the Rose Bay base, and our feet trod the fallen, inedible fruits of Moreton Bay figs—the grey, spreading, banyan-like trees which haunt the streets of Sydney, and whose giant root systems make buttresses and cavities large enough for hiding places.

(Christopher J. Koch, The Doubleman  7.2)