Showing posts with label admiration. Show all posts
Showing posts with label admiration. Show all posts

Tuesday, 4 December 2012

Companions in misfortune



. . . he had that dogged, quiet manner which is generally admired, especially by devout Christians. Not my style, but useful in companions in misfortune.


Flashman on the March, p.214, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Thursday, 28 June 2012

Between terror and sheer admiration



He hit three more Zulus — this at a range of two hundred yards, from a wagon that was bucking like a ship at sea, and at moving targets. I tell you, I was stricken between terror and sheer admiration.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.284, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 5 February 2010

Every limb but one



I could only gape; whether it was the drink, or admiration or what, I don’t know, but I seemed paralysed in every limb but one.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.103, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Tuesday, 2 September 2008

Almost Famous



Of course, I’d had plenty of admiration when I came home from Afghanistan, but that was different. Then they’d said: ‘There’s the heroic Flashman, the bluff young lionheart who slaughters niggers* and upholds old England’s honour. Gad, look at those whiskers!’ Which was splendid but didn’t suggest that I was more than human.



Royal Flash, p.145, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.


*Flashman's use of racial epitahs is a continuing problem for more enlightened, contemporary readers. The inclusion of these passages should not be taken as tacit support for his misanthropic, 19th century view of race relations.

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