Showing posts with label heathen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label heathen. Show all posts

Tuesday, 2 November 2010

Some natural law



There is some natural law that ensures that whenever civilization talks to the heathen, it is through the person of the most obstinate, short-sighted, arrogant, tactless clown available. You recall McNaughten at Kabul, perhaps? Well, Allison could have been his prize pupil.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.232, Pan Books edition, 1983.





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Friday, 24 September 2010

Drains and bottled beer



      You see, it’s the great illusion of our civilization that when the poor heathen saw our steamships and elections and drains and bottled beer, he’d realise what a benighted ass he’d been and come into the fold. But he don’t. Oh, he’ll take what he fancies, and can use (cheap booze and rifles), but not on that account will he think we’re better. He knows different.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.170, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Friday, 13 August 2010

Beastly, stupid and helpless



I know the heathen, and their oppressors, pretty well, you see, and the folly of sitting smug in judgement years after, stuffed with piety and ignorance and book-learned bias. Humanity is beastly and stupid, aye, and helpless, and there’s an end to it. and that’s as true for Crazy Horse as it was for Custer


Flashman and the Redskins, p.21, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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