Democracy was spread in small piles on tables throughout the counting room. They were like piles of exam papers at the end of school term. Careers in the hands of the markers. Usually the failed students return to school to repeat, but in this exam things are different. The students who pass, return to school _ the Legislative Assembly _ with joy. At the counting room yesterday exam papers were being sorted into merit order.
Animated election commission staff flicked papers like old-time bank staff counted notes while less animated but more mentally agitated scrutineers attempt to glean how their candidate is doing. Candidates are not allowed in the counting room _ perhaps they will make nuisances of themselves. So their scrutineers _ usually staffers or patient spouses _ with mobile phones relay the news. With the Hare-Clark system there are more permutations than Tattslotto. “”If Evans is excluded before Main and her preferences flow through the third Green and divide, say, 60-40 your way . . . .” The conversation trails away. At the other end of phone a career is in the balance.
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