An Integration Manual The immigrant Irishman had left it all behind Or attempted to—Religion, laboriously- Extracted accent, making brave efforts to adapt To the drowsy, suspicious Australia of the Fifties. From scratch the self-made handyman built The pine offcut garage in the neat suburban street Looking like a log cabin beside the freshly-painted Weatherboard in the Navy-surplus paint. This gloomy unlit space smelling of retsina held The Tools of Trade splayed and crucified on nails, Bark chips squirming in torment beneath your feet. This Showroom for the Ages housed a succession Of British automotive failures—the Ford Prefect That threatened to…