Flashman's Retreat: prayer

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Wednesday, 21 April 2010

Memories of Tom Brown

…oh, aye, that brought back Master Brown to memory sharp enough. He was the mealy, freckled little villain who tried to steal my sweepstake ticket, damn him – a pious, crawling little toad-eater who prayed like clockwork and was forever sucking up to Arnold and Brooke – ‘yes, sir, please, sir, I’m a bloody Christian, sir’…

Flashman in the Great Game, p.334, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

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Friday, 8 January 2010

Addressing heaven on my behalf

I don’t know what it is about me but holy fellows like Nicholson were forever addressing heaven on my behalf – even those who didn’t know me well enough to sense that there was a lot of hard graft to be done if Flashy was ever to smell salvation.

Flashman in the Great Game, p.64, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

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Monday, 4 January 2010

Full of zeal and athirst for glory

…he was one of your play-up-and-fear-God paladins, full of zeal and athirst for glory, was John, and said his prayers and didn’t drink and thought women were either nuns or mothers.

Flashman in the Great Game, p.61, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

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Monday, 24 August 2009

A comforting thought

…the advantage to being a wicked bastard is that everyone pesters the Lord on your behalf; if volume of prayers from my saintly enemies means anything, I’ll be saved when the Archbishop of Canterbury is damned. It’s a comforting thought.

Flashman at the Charge, p.150, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.

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Monday, 29 June 2009

A bit rough (even for someone like Mark Steyn)

The camp ground was littered with spent shot and rubbish and broken gear among the pools of congealed blood – my stars, wouldn’t I just like to take one of our Ministers, or street-corner orators, or blood-lusting, breakfast-scoffing papas, over such a place as the Alma Hills – not to let him see, because he’d just tut-tut and look anguished and have a good pray and not care a damn – but to shoot him in the belly with a soft-nosed bullet and let him die screaming where he belonged. That’s all they deserve.

Flashman at the Charge, p.72, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.

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Thursday, 14 May 2009

Menn like Colonel Flash-mann

‘At Rugby School,’ repeated Albert. ‘That is a great English school, Willy,’ says he to the greenhorn, ‘of the kind which turns younk boys like yourself into menn like Colonel Flash-mann here.’ Well, true enough, I’d found it a fair mixture of jail and knocking-shop; I stood there trying to look like a chap who says his prayers in a cold bath every day.

Flashman at the Charge, p.33, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.

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Thursday, 29 January 2009

Clew up the heads

‘…here have I been keeping you in talk over these matters, when your most urgent desire has surely been for a moment privacy in which you might deliver up thanks to a merciful Heavenly Father for your delivery from all the dangers and tribulations you have undergone. Your pardon, sir.’
My urgent need was in fact for an enormous brandy and a square meal, but I answered him with my wistful smile… ‘Indeed,’ says I, looking sadly reflective, ‘there is hardly a moment in these past few months that I have not spent in prayer.’
He gripped my hand again, looking moist, and then, thank God, he remembered at last that I had a belly, and gave orders for food and a glass of spirits while he went off, excusing himself, to splice the binnacle or clew up the heads, I shouldn’t wonder.

Flash For Freedom!, p.120, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.

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