To paraphase Samuel Johnson, a woman would be tired of life, if she was tired of the ferry ride into Circular Quay, the dark green water, chopped up by ships and tide, the Harbour Bridge's heroic coupling of north and south, yatch's tacking past, ferries idling for a berth at the Quay and then the Opera House, herringboned beauty of curves, spinnakers perpetually full blown.  The general business of it all is inspiring, trying to catch even a breath of it on paper impossible,  like sending a postcard to oneself, as a remembrance of holiday you never took. .