Showing posts with label lout. Show all posts
Showing posts with label lout. Show all posts
Thursday, 6 October 2011
My immediate thought
“What do you know of John Brown?”
That he’s a hairy lout who can hold more hard liquor than a distillery, was my immediate thought, for the only John Brown I knew was a young ghillie…
Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.89, Harper Collins, 1995.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, ghillie.
Tuesday, 4 May 2010
Hulking louts who box
That’s the trouble with those snivelling little sneaks one knocks about at school; they grow up into hulking louts who box, and are always in prime trim.
Flashman's Lady, p.15, Pan edition, 1979.
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