Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jesus Christ. Show all posts

Friday, 10 February 2012

The Mad Sapper



Well, soldiering under Joe Wolseley had been bad enough, but a at least he was sane. Gordon? I'd as soon go to war with the town drunk. The man wasn't safe — sticking forks in people and scattering tracts around railway carriages and accosting perfect strangers to see if they'd met Jesus lately, I ask you! No a holiday abroad was indicated before the Mad Sapper came recruiting.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.49, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Thursday, 9 October 2008

One sin he missed






No, no, Jesus would see the repentant sinner right, and I would never swear or fornicate or steal or lie again – I strove to remember the seven deadly sins, to make sure I missed none of them, and then cudgeled my brains for the Ten Commandments, so that I could promise never to break them again – although, mind you, I’ve never set up a graven image in my life.



Royal Flash, p.203, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Monday, 2 June 2008

Full of self-impotance


I could have kicked Pottinger’s fat backside for him; he was so damned full of self-importance, standing there looking like Jesus Christ, with his lovely brown beard and whiskers.



Flashman, p.187, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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