Showing posts with label Allah. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Allah. Show all posts

Wednesday, 15 June 2011

Plainly must



…the man was plainly must,* doolali, afflicted of Allah, too long in the hills altogether — but one doesn’t like to say so, straight out, not to a chap who affects tartan pants and has a Khyber knife across his lap.


*Must is the madness of the rogue elephant. Doolali = insane, from Deolali Camp, inland from Bombay, where generations of British soldiers (including the editor) were received in India, and were supposedly affected by sunstroke.


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, pp.203-04, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Friday, 16 May 2008

Strange and manifold


It was at one of these matches that I first saw Shah Sujah, the king, who had come down as the guest of McNaghton. He was a portly, brown-bearded man who stood gravely contemplating the game, and when McNaghton asked him how he liked it, said:

'Strange and manifold are the ways of God.'

Flashman, p.88, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.


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