Tuesday, 15 January 2013
Beard at high port
Here he ran out of words, and drew himself up, beard at high port, shaking his great head while he clasped my hand, and i meditated on the astonishing ease with which strong men of Victorian vintage could be buffaloed into incoherent embarrassment by the mere mention of feminine frailty. Something to do with public school training, I fancy.
Flashman on the March, p.278, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, ease.