Showing posts with label loud. Show all posts
Showing posts with label loud. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 March 2009

Dander good and high



He stopped, frowning. ‘Also, if there’s one thing can get my dander good and high, it’s a big-mouthed Kentuckian hill rooster with his belly over his britches and a sass-me-and-see-what-happens look in his eye.’



Flash For Freedom!, p.244-45, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Tuesday, 3 March 2009

Brassy enough



Most of the women on the boat were noisy, by the way; the respectable ones clacked and squawked to each other interminably, and the mistresses and whores, of whom there seemed to be a great number, were brassy enough to be heard in San Francisco. Penny (or Jenny) was one of the quieter ones; she didn’t scream with laughter above once a minute.



Flash For Freedom!, p.159, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 5 September 2008

Chairs to mend!




I didn’t know which side he was on, but it didn’t seem to matter; I believe if I’d shouted ‘Chairs to mend!’ they’d have cheered just as loud.



Royal Flash, p.148, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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