Showing posts with label awful places. Show all posts
Showing posts with label awful places. Show all posts
Monday, 20 August 2012
No Thomas Cook he
. . . we sighted Egypt. It’s a sand-blown dunghill at anytime, but I was dam’ glad to see it after that dead bore of a voyage . . .
Flashman on the March, p.15, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Wednesday, 22 February 2012
Flashman on toast
“ ‘It’s an English school for you, my son,’ he told me. ‘Hellish places, by all accounts, rations a Siberian moujik wouldn’t touch, and less civilised behaviour than you’d meet in the Congo, but I’m told there’s no education like it − a lifetime’s trainin’ in knavery packed into six years. No wonder they rule half the world. Why, if I’d been to Eton or Harrow, I’d have had Flashman on toast!’ ”
Flashman and the Tiger, p.77, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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Thursday, 5 January 2012
Damnable places
…they paved my road to hell — which lay at the bottom of a salt mine… Damnable places, and not at all what you might imagine. Not a grain of salt to be seen, for one thing.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.13, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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Wednesday, 28 September 2011
Bellyful of puggle
…it was Flashy outward bound with a bellyful of puggle from which I didn’t awake until we were well out to sea, and there’s no worse place to come to than below deck on a windjammer when the skipper’s in a hurry.
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.64, Harper Collins, 1995.
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Monday, 11 January 2010
Drink carefully
I knew it had been hell’s punch-bowl in the old days…
Flashman in the Great Game, p.65, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
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Wednesday, 14 May 2008
We rode north

In the morning we rode north into one of the world’s awful places – the great pass of the Khyber, where the track twists among the sun-scorched cliffs and the peaks seem to crouch in ambush for the traveller
Flashman, p.83, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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