Showing posts with label civil. Show all posts
Showing posts with label civil. Show all posts

Friday, 23 January 2009

Hand feeding Americans




By and large I’m partial to Americans. They make a great affectation of disliking the English and asserting their equality with us, but I’ve discovered that underneath they dearly love a lord, and if you’re civil and cool and don’t play it with too high a hand you can impose on them quite easily. I’m not a lord, of course, but I’ve got the airs when I want ’em, and know how to use them in moderation. That’s the secret, a nice blending of the plain, polite gentleman with just a hint of Norman blood, and they’ll eat out of your hand and boast to their friends in Philadelphia that they know a man who’s on terms with Queen Victoria and yet, by gosh, is as nice a fellow as they’ve ever struck.



Flash For Freedom!, p.117, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 30 May 2008

Vinegary old dragon



Even Lady Sale, a vinegary old dragon with a tongue like a carving knife, was civil.



Flashman, p.154, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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