Wednesday, 7 November 2012

Perversely partial

. . . but she was a hearty piece of middle-aged Eve’s flesh of no remarkable allure — that she appealed to me was by the way; I’m a connoisseur of feminine beauty but no discrimination worth a dam, and anyway I’m perversely partial to royal rattle.

Flashman on the March, p.168, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.

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