Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts
Showing posts with label courage. Show all posts

Wednesday, 29 June 2011

Blind luck



      You’ll have difficulty finding Ferozeshah (or Pheeroo Shah, as we Punjabi purists call it) in the atlas nowadays. It’s a scrubby little hamlet about halfway between Ferozepore and Moodkee, but in its way it’s a greater place than Delhi or Calcutta or Bombay, for it’s where the fate of India was settled — appropriately by treachery, folly, and idiot courage beyond belief. And most of all, by blind luck.



Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.245, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Tuesday, 19 October 2010

Decamp, squeal, or betray



      It’s a remarkable thing (and I’ve traded on it all my life) that a single redeeming quality in a black sheep wins greater esteem than all the virtues in honest men—especially if the quality is courage. I’m lucky, because while I don’t have it, I look as though I do, and worthy souls like Carson and Wootton never suspect that I’m running around with my bowels squirting, ready to decamp, squeal, or betray as occasion demands.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.206, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Thursday, 7 October 2010

Virtue and downfall



…if they have one virtue—in most folk’s eyes, anyway—it is courage; you never saw a scared Apache yet. It’s been their downfall; unlike other tribes, they never knew when to quit against the pony soldiers; my old pal the Yawner fought on until there was only a tattered remnant of his band left to be herded on to the reservation…


Flashman and the Redskins, p.177, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Tuesday, 14 September 2010

Take courage for granted



The Apaches, you see, being matchless warriors, tend to take courage for granted, especially in big, burly fellows who look as much like a Tartar as I do…


Flashman and the Redskins, p.158, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Thursday, 29 July 2010

When the stakes were on the blanket



She didn’t take fright, or weep, or even plague me with further questions; I’ve known cleverer women and plenty like Lakshmibai and the Silk One who were better at rough riding and desperate work, but none gamer than Elspeth when the stakes were on the blanket. She was a soldier’s wife, all right; pity she hadn’t married a soldier.


Flashman's Lady, p.281, Pan edition, 1979.



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Tuesday, 20 April 2010

Suffering ignobly borne



…what I was thinking was, by God, you don’t deserve it [the Victoria
Cross
]
, you know, you shifty old bastard of a Flashy – not if it’s courage they’re after… but if they hand out medals for luck, and survival through sheer funk, and suffering ignobly borne… well grab ’em with both hands, my boy…



Flashman in the Great Game, p.331, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

Friday, 18 December 2009

The Flashman reputation



As so often in the past, I was the victim of my own glorious and entirely unearned reputation – Flashy, the hero of Jallalabad, the last man out of the Kabul retreat and the first man into the Balaclava battery, the beau sabreur of the Light Cavalry, Queen’s Medal, Thanks of Parliament, darling of the mob, with a liver as yellow as yesterday’s custard.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.36, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Friday, 26 June 2009

Courage not in doubt



‘I do not question your courage, Flashman; it is not in doubt.’
Not with me, either, I thought.



Flashman at the Charge, p.70, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Monday, 6 April 2009

bristle up the courage



…a strange recklessness had come over me. I was beyond caring, I suppose, but I remember I stood muttering to myself before a mirror as I brushed my hair: ‘Come on, Flashy, my boy, they haven’t got you yet…. you’re still here ain’t you? Your backside is better enough for you to run again, if need be – bristle up the courage of the cornered rat, put on a bold front, and to hell with them. Bluff my boy – bluff, shift and lie for the sake of your neck and the honour of Old England.



Flash For Freedom!, p.257, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 24 October 2008

It isn't courage



God knows it isn’t courage, but I wish I had a guinea for every time I’ve come through some hellish crisis, babbling thankfully to be still alive – and then committed some idiocy which I wouldn’t dare to contemplate in a rational moment.



Royal Flash, p.241, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Monday, 6 October 2008

All the best virtues



It was pleasant to think that they might put a spoke in bloody Otto’s little wheel, after all – Sapten was just the man for that, if I knew anything. He was steady, and saw quickly to the heart of things, and seemed to be full of all the best virtues, like resolution and courage and what-not, without being over-hampered by scruple.



Royal Flash, p.197, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Wednesday, 16 July 2008

A much better motto

So I told him I had ambitions, too – to live as I please, love as I please and never grow old. He didn’t think much of that , I fancy; he told me I was frivolous, and would be disappointed. Only the strong, he said, could afford ambitions. So I told him I had a much better motto than that…
“Courage – and shuffle the cards”...



Royal Flash, p.25, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Friday, 27 June 2008

A rotter still


Strange, but as the coach won clear and we rattled down the Mall, with the cheers dying behind us, I could hear Arnold’s voice saying. ‘There is good in you, Flashman,’ and I could imagine how he would suppose himself vindicated at this moment, and preach on ‘Courage’ in the chapel, and pretend to rejoice in the redeemed prodigal – but all the time he would know in his hypocrite heart that I was a rotter still.



Flashman, p.275, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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