Friday, 24 August 2012

Nowhere to hide

      I’d never have done for the Navy. You may fool soldiers by holding aloof and looking martial, but Jack would have seen through me before we’d crossed the bar. That’s the hellish thing about life aboard ship — there’s nowhere to hide either your carcase or your nature.

Flashman on the March, p.17, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.

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