Somewhere in the bowels of Twickenham is a drawing board. Stuart Lancaster and his generals returned to it this week, scratching their heads while pledging to take England to the next stage.
They will work hard, look at where things went wrong, take the positives - there are always positives, apparently - and come back stronger, because only in defeat do we really learn about ourselves.
Oh dear. Not again. It is the same song sung by the English rugby establishment since Jonny kicked us into a state of nirvana all those years ago in Sydney. Lancaster sounded an awful lot like his predecessor Martin Johnson explaining how test match rugby is the ultimate challenge, how, if you don't hit your percentages, the fine margins will claim you.
All we want, fellas, is to see England play with the same verve and flair as our Southern Hemisphere cousins.
This was supposed to be the easy one of the three, up against a broken Aussie team low on confidence and shorn of key players. England did not lack effort. What was missing was a clue to how to trouble a resolute defence.