Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kid. Show all posts
Tuesday, 16 April 2013
General Flashman and the Great War, Part 1
Mr Franklin replied non-committally, and asked the General what he thought of the war situation. The old man shrugged.
‘Contemptible — but of course it always is. We should stay out, and to hell with Belgium. After all, it’s stretching things to say we’re committed to ’em, and we’d be doing ’em a favour — and the frogs too.’
‘By not protecting them, you mean? I don’t quite see that.’
‘You wouldn’t — because like most idiots you think of war being between states - coloured blobs on the map. You think if we can keep Belgium green, or whatever colour it is, instead of Prussian blue, then hurrah for everyone. But war ain’t between coloured blobs — it’s between people. You know what people are, I suppose? — chaps in trousers, and women in skirts, and kids in small clothes.’*
*See also General Flashman and the Great War, Part 2 [Speedicut]
Mr American, p.518, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.
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Monday, 18 October 2010
Friend and enemy
If I hadn’t pleased Spotted Tail that day, by playing with the kid . . . who knows? I might have been spared a heap of trouble—or I might be dead by now. You can never tell where small boys are concerned; they may grow up to be your best friend—and your worst enemy.
Flashman and the Redskins, p.203, Pan Books edition, 1983.
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