Tuesday, 19 June 2012

Towards an honoured grave

But there I was, I say, at a time when I ought to have had nothing to do but drink my way gently towards an honoured grave, spend my wife’s fortune, gorge at the best places, leer at the young women, and generally enjoy a dissolute old age — and suddenly I had to kill Tiger Jack. Nothing else for it.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.274, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

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