what does a man love?

A man is his own worth enemy

It's hard to decide how much you're worth. What is clear is that there are rich men and poor men in the world, and that there are degrees of heterogeneity between, as well as within, each group.

Everyone knows that a man loves what makes him proud and upright. Whatever it is that makes him bigger and better and stronger and greater. All the things a great man is, whatever it is that makes him more like this, that is what a man loves. 

there's a track winding back

The Murrumbidgee river

I've had the last few lines of the chorus of this old Australian folk song in mind this morning.

Does anyone remember it?

The Road to Gundagai 

by Jack O'Hagan, 1922

There's a scene that lingers in my memory,

Of an old bush home and friends I long to see;

That's why I am yearning

Just to be returning

Along the road to Gundagai.

Chorus:

There's a track winding back

To an old-fashioned shack,

Along the road to Gundagai;

Where the blue gums are growing,

And the Murrumbidgee's flowing

Beneath that sunny sky,

Where my Daddy and Mummy are waiting for me

And the pals of my childhood once more I will see;

Then no more will I roam,

When I'm heading straight for home,

Along the road to Gundagai.

To come and be a child again,

To leave behind the sorrow on my way,

That's where I am playing,

Where those gums are swaying

Along the road to Gundagai.

Chorus.