Monday, 13 September 2010

Built like a champion middleweight



      Now, you know what I think of mortal combat. I’ve run from more than I can count, and never lived to regret it, and this lean ten stone of quivering fighting fury, obviously as nimble as a weasel and built like a champion middleweight, was the last man I wanted to try conclusions with—well, I’d been ill.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.157, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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