Showing posts with label debt. Show all posts
Showing posts with label debt. Show all posts
Tuesday, 19 February 2013
Know you
‘Know you.’ he said accusingly. ‘But you’re not a bobby — too well-dressed. Army? No-o, too clever for that. Haven’t got the sneaky look of a politician, either, and I doubt if I owe you money, or I’d recognise you. Well, dammit, who are you?’
Mr American, p.385, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.
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Wednesday, 11 July 2012
The United Service card room
. . . I was cut stone dead by someone a deal more important — the Prince of Wales, no less, shied away from me in the United Service card room, and hightailed it as fast as his ponderous guts would let him, giving me a shifty squint over his shoulder as he went. That, I confess, I found pretty raw. It’s embarrassing enough to be cut by the most vulgar man in Europe, but when he is also a Prince who is deeply in your debt you begin to wonder what royalty’s coming to.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.292, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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