Showing posts with label rogue. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rogue. Show all posts

Wednesday, 13 October 2010

We rogues know



Between ourselves, I didn’t care for him all that much; for one thing, he had greatness, in his way, and I don’t cotton to that; for another, although he was always amiable and considerate, I guess he was leery of me. He knew a rogue when he saw one—and we rogues know when we’ve been seen.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.195, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Long legs and a thumping slice of luck



…I’ve sweated and scampered through during fifty inglorious years of soldiering. Leastways, I know they were inglorious, but the country don’t, thank heaven, which is why they rewarded me with general rank and the knighthood and a double row of medals on my left tit. Which shows you what cowardice and roguery can do, given a stalwart appearance, long legs and a thumping slice of luck…



Flashman in the Great Game, p.13, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Thursday, 29 May 2008

A dishonest life

I have observed, in the course of a dishonest life, that when a rogue is outlining a treacherous plan, he works harder to convince himself than to move his hearers.



Flashman, p.148, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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