Showing posts with label feet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label feet. Show all posts
Friday, 26 October 2012
Where all the monkeys throw nuts
If you’ve never travelled in jungle you may be under a false impression, thanks to the tales of blowhards who’ll tell you how they’ve hacked their way through impenetrable undergrowth and been lucky to make two miles a day battling snakes and great hairy spiders. Well, such jungles do exist, and sufficiently hellish it is, as I should know who have gone my mile in Borneo and the Fly River country, but as a rule it ain’t so thick, and what you have to look out for is where you’re putting your feet.
Flashman on the March, p.134, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, jungle.
Tuesday, 1 May 2012
Camps and courts of the mighty
You may think this a tame enough occupation for one who has assisted at as many major catastrophes as I have, and a poor setting after the camps and courts of the mighty, but I was getting on, you know, and as the Good Book says, there's a time for racketing about crying Ha-ha! among the trumpets, and a time for sitting back with your feet dipped in butter watching others fall in the mire.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.222, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, tame.
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