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Saturday, 22 November 2008

Strike only to wound



Old Morrison looked at me and groaned, and looked at his truncheon again.
 ‘It’s a terrible thing to tak’ human life,’ says he.
 ‘Don’t take it then,’ says I. Strike only to wound. Get your back against a wall and smash ’em across the knees and elbows.’
 The females set up a great howl at this, and old Morrison looked ready to faint.



Flash For Freedom!, p.18, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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