Showing posts with label good man. Show all posts
Showing posts with label good man. Show all posts

Monday, 30 August 2010

Simple and shrewd



They were an odd lot, those frontiersmen, simple and shrewd enough, and as easy—and as difficult—to impose upon as children are. But I was glad Wootton would be our guide; being a true-bred rascal and coward myself, I know a good man when I see one—and he was the best.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.63, Pan Books edition, 1983.



Tags:, , .

Wednesday, 4 February 2009

Infinitely greater



…I liked Abe Lincoln from the moment I first noticed him, leaning back in his chair with that hidden smile at the back of his eyes, gently cracking his knuckles. Just why I liked him I can’t say; I suppose in his own way he had the makings of as big a scoundrel as I am myself, but his appetites were different, and his talents infinitely greater. I can’t think of him as a good man, yet as history measures these things I suppose he did great good. Not that that excites my admiration unduly…



Flash For Freedom!, pp.126-27, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




Tags:
, ,.

Wednesday, 4 June 2008

Being a ruffian

Watching his tall figure moving away I felt a little chill touch me; being a ruffian, perhaps I know a good man when I see one better than most, and Mac was one of the mainstays of our force. A damned prig, mind you, and given to immense airs, but as good a soldier – for what that’s worth – as I’ve met.



Flashman, p.194, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




Tags:
, ,, .