Showing posts with label reason. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reason. Show all posts
Monday, 6 May 2013
The only good reason for fighting
A sudden, odd thought struck Mr Franklin, and it seemed doubly odd that it had only just occurred to him.
‘D’you think England will win this war?’
‘Ask them,’ said the General, and jerked his thumb at the window, grinning. Then he considered, the eyes narrowing in the flushed, ancient face. ‘Probably— yes, on balance, we ought to win. Germany can lick Russia, but not Britain and France together. But they’ll take a lot of beating, if it’s a fight to the finish. Yes, I’d say we were odds on to win — not that it matters all that much.’
Mr Franklin stared at him in astonishment. ‘You can’t mean that — it doesn’t make sense!’
Sir Harry turned to look at him, then glanced out the window again.
‘It isn’t important whether you win or lose,’ he said, ‘so long as you survive. So long as your people survive. And that’s the only good reason for fighting that anyone ever invented. The survival of your people and race and kind. That’s the only victory that matters.’
Mr American, p.525, Pan Books, paperback edition 1982.
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Tuesday, 11 December 2012
He just killed them
That was the folly of it; no sense, no logic, no reason, and the lousy bastard didn’t enjoy it or care. He just killed them, and I watched and marvelled, and found myself hoping that Arnold was right, and there was a Hell for him.
Flashman on the March, p.231, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.
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Friday, 23 March 2012
Carnal intent, hurrah!
The discovery that you've been sold a pup is always disconcerting, but your reaction depends on age and experience. In infancy you burst into tears and smash something; in adolescence you may be bewildered (as I was when Lady Geraldine lured me into the long grass on flase pretence and then set about me with carnal intent, hurrah!); in riper manhood common sense usually tells you to bolt, which was my instinct on the Pearl River when I learned that my lorcha was carrying not opium, as I'd supposed, but guns for the Taiping rebels. But at sixty-one your brain works faster than your legs, so you reflect, and as often as not reach the right answer by intuition as well as reason.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.134, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
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Thursday, 16 June 2011
Statesmen and princes
Oh, I’d guessed there was steel inside my drunken, avid little houri, but hardly of the temper that could slaughter scores of thousands of men just for her own political convenience and personal comfort. Mind you, what other reasons do statesman and princes ever have for making war, when all the sham’s been stripped away?
Flashman and the Mountain of Light, pp.205-06, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.
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