Showing posts with label drains. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drains. Show all posts

Monday, 28 May 2012

A prime subject



It was bound to get out — as I’d determined it should from the moment I’d stood in Gordon-Cumming’s presence, weighed him up, and realised what a prime subject he was for shoving down the drain.


Flashman and the Tiger, p246, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Monday, 17 January 2011

Sipping in the stillness



Then we sat sipping in the stillness for about a week, and my belly gurgling like the town drains.



Flashman and the Dragon, p.93, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.



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Thursday, 12 February 2009

Strange talk



   ‘Your conscience is troubling you,’ says someone.
   ‘By thunder, there is no lack of people determined to make my conscience trouble me,’ says Lincoln. ‘as though I can’t tend my own conscience, they must be forever running pins into it. There was this gentleman the other day, a worthy man, too, and I was ill-advised enough to say to him much what I’ve said tonight: that nigras, while deserving our utmost compassion and assistance, were nevertheless, a nuisance. I said they were the rock on which our nation had been splitting for years, and that they could well assume, the proportions of a national catastrophe – through no fault of their own, of course. I believe I concluded by wishing the whole parcel of them back to Africa. He was shocked: “Strange talk this,” says he, “from the sponsor of a bill against slavery.” “I’d sponsor a bill to improve bad drains,” says I. “They’re a confounded nuisance, too.” A thoughtless remark, no doubt, and a faulty analogy, but I paid fro it. “Good God,” cries he, “you’ll not compare human souls with bad drains, surely.” “Not invariably,” says I, but I got no further, because he stalked off in a rage, having misunderstood me completely.’



Flash For Freedom!, p.129, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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