A Friendship i.m. Robert Ellis 1942–2016   Thrown out of another suburban house in the Boarding age, I gloomily stood reading the Vacancies pinned up in the Quad Wanted: a roommate, alas must be male— That had spirit, so we met in North Bondi’s Raffles Hotel. Lismore teenager and scrag in a twelve-hour argument, Bible Adventist vs apprentice Catholic, we hit it off well.   The Raffles was Dutch, KLM crew layoff, the owner, widely feared in Sydney, was one Abe Saffron, who kept us incorrupt in the year we spent there at movies and pool. When his manageress evicted…