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Thursday, 6 October 2011

My immediate thought



      “What do you know of John Brown?”
     That he’s a hairy lout who can hold more hard liquor than a distillery, was my immediate thought, for the only John Brown I knew was a young ghillie…


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.89, Harper Collins, 1995.


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Monday, 28 December 2009

Grinning on the terrace



…the ghillies loafed about grinning on the terrace with the guns and pouches – they knew I loathed it, and that Ellenborough couldn’t carry his guts for more than ten yards without a rest, and the brutes enjoyed our discomfiture.

Flashman in the Great Game, p.47, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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