Showing posts with label manly. Show all posts
Showing posts with label manly. Show all posts

Thursday, 1 July 2010

Leading the troops



I advanced with them, of course, pausing only to encourage those in the rear with manly cries, until I reckoned there were about a score in front of me; then I lit out in pursuit of the vanguard, not leading from behind, exactly – more from the middle, really, which is the safest place to be unless you’re up against civilized artillery.



Flashman's Lady, pp.169-70, Pan edition, 1979.



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Monday, 3 May 2010

A word on tweed coats



…he had that manly, open-air reek about him that I can’t stomach, what with his tweed coat (I’ll bet he rubbed his horse down with it) and sporting cap; not my style at all.




Flashman's Lady, p.15, Pan edition, 1979.



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Monday, 15 September 2008

Misty-eyed



He had that manly, sentimental look, misty-eyed yet smiling, which I personally can only manage in drink.



Royal Flash, p.166, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Sunday, 7 September 2008

Flashman on swots






Pious, manly little villains of the type I used to oppress myself in happier days – Tom Brown could have made a football side out of ‘em, I don’t doubt, and had them crying ‘ Play up!’ and telling the truth fit to sicken you.



Royal Flash, p.151, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Sunday, 28 January 2007

Honest Scud East

But he was soft: one of Arnold's sturdy fools, manly little chaps, of course, and full of virtue, the kind schoolmasters love. Yes. he was a fool then, and a fool twenty years later, when he died in the dust at Cawnpore with a Sepoy's bayonet in his back. Honest Scud East; that was all that his gallant goodness did for him.




Flashman
, p. 15, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.



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