But you’re looking for something. Maybe that’s the special secret of life.

Who knows if you’ll find your quarry, but you’ll keep your eyes open. That’s not half bad, son. That’s not half bad.

I have come home after my long search for Harold Holt, believing I've found nothing until I meet 'an old cove' in a bar in the far north-west of Tasmania.

Bert Spinks with Bruce Penn

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