The South Korean cinema that fitted The Sound of Music into its daily program by cutting out all the songs. The Harold Holt swimming pool. The mediaeval assizes that put geese on trial for witchcraft. The student union that gave honorary life membership to the officer who’d been killed in a car accident. The barbecue the locals put on for the survivors of the Childers backpackers’ fire. To these moments, wonderful and terrible, can be added the synapse firing, sometime ago, in the brain of Anthony John Abbott, to the effect that not merely the best recipient, but the logical recipient, of an Australian knighthood should be Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. Sir Prince Philip. Sir Prince Philip. The thing about it is, it’s like a Mobius strip, that little figure, where the inside becomes the outside.