Showing posts with label metaphor. Show all posts
Showing posts with label metaphor. Show all posts

Monday, 12 November 2012

In some disorder



. . . and the happy couple emerged, the bint in some disorder and Cavalry looking as though he’d just been ridden down by the Heavy Brigade.


Flashman on the March, p.174, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Tuesday, 16 October 2012

Chain lightning



If there was a man in those days who could move faster in a crisis than H. P. Flashman, I never met him — but there was a woman who could have given me a head start, Uliba-Wark of Tigre, the nearest thing I ever saw to chain lightning with a link snapped.


Flashman on the March, p.115, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Wednesday, 11 April 2012

Large and opulent



... she was awaiting me in a suit of rooms that Louis XIV might have thought too large and opulent for his taste.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.185, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.



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Monday, 28 November 2011

Little runaway



      “And the little juggins ran away, on the train last night?”
“Greased lightnin’ off a shovel,” says she cheerfully.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.294, Harper Collins, 1995.


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