Friday, 15 March 2013

Malted milk and brandy

. . . Mr Franklin watched the stalwart figure march slowly and carefully across the pavement. He waited until the door had opened, heard the General say: ‘Hello, Shadwell, her ladyship still awake? No? Well, why don’t you and I go out and pick up a couple of girls and have a bath in Trafalgar Square fountain? No? You’ve no spunk, Shadwell — all right, malted milk and brandy, as usual . . .’

Mr American, p.392, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.

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