Showing posts with label long legs. Show all posts
Showing posts with label long legs. Show all posts
Friday, 23 March 2012
Carnal intent, hurrah!
The discovery that you've been sold a pup is always disconcerting, but your reaction depends on age and experience. In infancy you burst into tears and smash something; in adolescence you may be bewildered (as I was when Lady Geraldine lured me into the long grass on flase pretence and then set about me with carnal intent, hurrah!); in riper manhood common sense usually tells you to bolt, which was my instinct on the Pearl River when I learned that my lorcha was carrying not opium, as I'd supposed, but guns for the Taiping rebels. But at sixty-one your brain works faster than your legs, so you reflect, and as often as not reach the right answer by intuition as well as reason.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.134, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, brain.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Long legs and a thumping slice of luck
…I’ve sweated and scampered through during fifty inglorious years of soldiering. Leastways, I know they were inglorious, but the country don’t, thank heaven, which is why they rewarded me with general rank and the knighthood and a double row of medals on my left tit. Which shows you what cowardice and roguery can do, given a stalwart appearance, long legs and a thumping slice of luck…
Flashman in the Great Game, p.13, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
Tags:Flashman,
Flashman quotes,
knighthood,
soldiering.
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appearances,
cowardice,
long legs,
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