Showing posts with label Colin Mackenzie. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Colin Mackenzie. Show all posts

Monday, 20 October 2008

Fiery warmth



Then they presented me with a flask of schnapps, and I sent half of it down my throat at once, and felt the fiery warmth running back along my limbs. I poured a little into my palm and rubbed it on my face and neck – a trick Mackenzie taught me in Afghanistan; nothing like it for the cold, if you can spare the liquor.



Royal Flash, p.235, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Wednesday, 4 June 2008

Being a ruffian

Watching his tall figure moving away I felt a little chill touch me; being a ruffian, perhaps I know a good man when I see one better than most, and Mac was one of the mainstays of our force. A damned prig, mind you, and given to immense airs, but as good a soldier – for what that’s worth – as I’ve met.



Flashman, p.194, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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Sunday, 1 June 2008

Genuine Afridi chief


First out came Mackenzie with his jezzailchis, the wild hill marksmen who were devoted to him; like me, he was wearing poshteen cloak and turban, with his pistols stuck in his belt, and he looked the genuine Afridi chief with his long moustache and his ugly rascals behind him.



Flashman, p.177, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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Saturday, 31 May 2008

Cool as

Usually he was as cool as a trout...



Flashman, p.173, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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Married to the service

Mac was a bachelor, of course, one of these iron men who are married to the service and have their honeymoon with a manual of infantry drill and a wet towel round their heads…



Flashman, p.172, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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