Tuesday, 19 April 2011

Too close a shave

…I decided to complete my misery by shaving my whiskers — that’s how reduced I was. When I’d done, and stared at my naked chops in the glass, remembering how Elspeth had adored my face-furniture and sworn they were what had first won her girlish heart, I could have wept.

Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.47, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.

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