Showing posts with label Richard Burton. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Richard Burton. Show all posts

Wednesday, 24 October 2012

Full of bile



. . . or so I gathered from Burton who was full of bile against the chaps who discovered it. God knows why: he’d ha’ fought with his own shadow, that one.


Flashman on the March, p.131, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Tuesday, 23 October 2012

The Great Bore of the Nile



. . . and thereby hangs a tale, which I first heard from Uliba as we crouched under the leaves of a baobab to shelter from the hailstorm, and again years later from the Great Bore of the Nile himself, Daft Dick Burton, at the Travellers’ Club.


Flashman on the March, p.131, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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