Showing posts with label bore. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bore. Show all posts

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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Tuesday, 17 January 2012

The perils of diplomacy



It’s a hellish bore, like all diplomaticking.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.23, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 27 May 2011

To a man



They were the most tireless old bores you ever struck, red herring worshippers to a man…


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.134, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.


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Thursday, 17 June 2010

Lecturing interminably



…conversation consisted of Brooke lecturing interminably; like most active men. he had all the makings of a thoroughgoing bore.




Flashman's Lady, p.135, Pan edition, 1979.




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Thursday, 24 December 2009

Tedious conversation



    ‘If you think you were tortured, Colonel Flashman,’ says he, poker-faced. ‘then I congratulate you on your ignorance.’ He put down his cup. ‘I find this conversation tedious. ‘If you will excuse me,’ and he turned away.
    ‘Oh, sorry if you’re bored,’ says I. ‘I was forgetting – you probably haven’t cut a throat or burned a peasant in a week.’



Flashman in the Great Game, p.46, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Monday, 7 July 2008

The happy reek of brandy

We were entering what is now called the Victorian Age, when respectability was the thing; breeches were out and trousers came in; bosoms were being covered and eye modestly lowered; politics was becoming sober, trade and industry were becoming fashionable, the odour of sanctity was replacing the happy reek of brandy, the age of the Corinthian, the plunger and the dandy was giving way to the prig, the preacher and the bore.



Royal Flash, p.13, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Friday, 2 February 2007

I disliked Scotland


I disliked Scotland and the Scots; the place I found wet and the people rude. They had fine qualities which bore me - thrift and industry and long-faced holiness.




Flashman, p. 51, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.





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