Showing posts with label acquaintance. Show all posts
Showing posts with label acquaintance. Show all posts

Wednesday, 22 September 2010

A fine psychologist



He was a fine psychologist—you’ll note he had weighed me for a fugitive and a scoundrel on short acquaintance—an astute politician, and a bloody, cruel, treacherous barbarian who’d have been a disgrace to the Stone Age. If that seems contradictory—well, Indians are contrary critters, and Apaches more than most.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.169, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Wednesday, 31 January 2007

A genius for boot polish

I had got an excellent servant, named Basset, a square-headed oaf who knew everything a soldier ought to know and nothing more, and with a genius for boot-polish. I thrashed him early in our acquaintance, and he seemed to think the better of me for it, and treated me as dog does its master.





Flashman, p. 34, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.

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