Wednesday, 19 September 2012
Struck me dumb
The suddenness of it struck me dumb. I’d been slapped in the face before with commissions there was no avoiding, but always there had been a breathing space, of hours at least, in which to digest the thing, gather my scattered wits, fight down my dinner and wonder how to best shirk my duty. But here, after the barest instruction, this cool old bastard was launching me to damnation with barely time to change my shirt . . .
Flashman on the March, pp.61-2, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, wits.