Friday 27 April 2012
In my seventieth year
Racing’s well enough when you’re young and riding yourself, but now that I was in my seventieth year and disinclined to back anything more mettlesome than an armchair,* I found it quite as interesting as a sermon in Gaelic.
* a docile horse
Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, racing.
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