Showing posts with label east. Show all posts
Showing posts with label east. Show all posts

Tuesday, 5 February 2013

Tea clipper



‘Is the Keppel wench there? Fine buttocks she’d got. But — tea! I’m eighty-eight next May, and I attribute my longevity to an almost total abstinence from tea. Except the jasmine variety — used to drink that out East . . . ’


Mr American, pp.188-9, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.


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Monday, 31 May 2010

Best memories

…a brilliant chain that runs thousands of miles from the South China Sea to Australia and the far Pacific on the other side of the world. That’s the East – the Islands; and you may take it from one who has India in his bones, there’s no sea so blue, no lands so green and no sun so bright, as you’ll find beyond Singapore. What was it Solomon had said – ‘where it’s always morning.’ So it was, and in that part of my imagination where I keep the best memories, it always will be.



Flashman's Lady, p.90, Pan edition, 1979.



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Wednesday, 11 November 2009

At my time of life



I’ve too many vivid memories of Central Asia; at my time of life Scarborough is far enough east for me.



Flashman at the Charge, p.288, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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