Showing posts with label custom. Show all posts
Showing posts with label custom. Show all posts
Tuesday, 26 March 2013
A sort of atmospheric pressure
‘Are you saying,’ said Mr Franklin grimly, ‘the trial was rigged?’
‘You’re a bigger ass than I thought you were, if you believe that,’ said Sir Harry. ‘Of course it wasn’t. It didn’t have to be. This isn’t America, where you have to slip a thousand dollars to a congressman or a judge to get things done. You’re a new country; things ain’t settled yet. But here — things aren’t rigged. Look at Button — her father’s a lord, connected to God knows who. She’s my great niece, and I’m half-Paget, and my sister-in-law married a Rothschild, and among the lot of us I dare say we’re connected to half the criminal upper-classes — you don’t “rig” things because you don’t have to. There’s a sort of atmospheric pressure that causes things to go properly and fittingly. Button couldn’t go to jail unless her family washed their hands of her — which they would, like a shot, if it was murder or high treason. But smashing pictures? Hardly. And it isn’t rigging, you see. You couldn’t rig a British judge and jury nowadays, not if you tried.’
Mr American, p.430, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, rig.
Monday, 1 February 2010
Cold eyes and pale faces
‘Can you not see that that is not our way – that none of our ways are your ways? you talk of your reforms, and the benefits of British law and the Sirkar’s rule – and never think that what seems ideal to you may not suit others; that we have our own customs, which you may think strange and foolish, and perhaps they are – but they are ours – our own! You come, in your strength, and your certaintu, with your cold eyes and pale faces, like … like machines marching out of your northern ice and you will have everything in order, tramping in step like your soldiers, whether those you conquer and civilize – as you call it – whether they will do or no. Do you not see that it is better to leave people be – to let them alone?’
Flashman in the Great Game, p.95, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
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Thursday, 26 April 2007
The Scottish custom
When it was done, and the guests had begun to drink themselves blind, as is the Scottish custom, Elspeth and I were seen off in a carriage by her parents.
Flashman, p.63, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
Flashman, p.63, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.
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