Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anger. Show all posts

Monday, 14 January 2013

A great wax



He was in a great wax, glowering through his beard like an ape in a thicket . . .


Flashman on the March, p.276, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Thursday, 22 November 2012

On the fly



He seized a spear from one of the guards on the fly, and began to stab the surrounding carpet, cursing something fearful. Then he flung the spear aside, shook his fists at heaven, and darted into the pavilion . . . and the assembled military and civilian worthies stood silent and thoughtful, determined not to look at each other, like a convocation of clergy when the bishop has farted extempore.


Flashman on the March, p.200, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Friday, 16 September 2011

An angry man



“Aye, homo extra est corpus suum cum irascitur,* you remember . . . ”


*An angry man is beside himself.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.57, Harper Collins, 1995.


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Wednesday, 31 January 2007

Red in the face

When I am frightened, I go red in the face, not pale as most men do, so that in me fear can pass for anger, which has been convenient more than once.





Flashman, p. 44, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.

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