Showing posts with label grip. Show all posts
Showing posts with label grip. Show all posts

Friday, 30 March 2012

Gripping Master Starnberg



...what was gripping Master Starnberg was the sheer wanton delight in killing, of adding my distinguished head to his trophy room, of proving his mastery and seeing the fear in the eyes of a beaten opponent at his mercy — I know all about it, you see, for I 've enjoyed it myself, but while it's a luxury the wary coward can afford, it's a weakness in a brave man who's sure of his own superiority, for he forgets what your cold-blooded assassin (and your coward) never forget — that killing is a business, not a pleasure, and you must keep your sense of fun well in check.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.149, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Wednesday, 24 November 2010

The half-Flashman



…she writhed against me for five delicious seconds, and as I changed my grip to the half-Flashman—one hand on her right tit, t’other clasping her left buttock, and stand back referee—she slipped smoothly from my embrace.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.270, Pan Books edition, 1983.

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