Showing posts with label greeting. Show all posts
Showing posts with label greeting. Show all posts

Monday, 15 November 2010

Aren't you Flashman?



      “I don’t believe it!” cries he eagerly. “Aren’t you Flashman?”
      “So I am,” says I warily, wondering if he was married.



Flashman and the Redskins, p.252, Pan Books edition, 1983.

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Monday, 23 June 2008

Without thinking I said

...he opened his eyes and said did I speak the language, and would I say something in it. So without thinking I said the first words that came into my head: ‘Hamare ghali ana, achha din,’ which is what the harlots chant at passers-by, and means ‘Good day, come into our street.’ He [Prince Albert] seemed very interested, but the man beside him stiffened and stared hard at me.
  ‘What does it mean, Mr Flashman?’ says the Queen.
  ‘It is a Hindu greeting, marm,’ says the Duke, and my guts turned over as I recalled that he had served in India.



Flashman, p.272, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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