Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stupid. Show all posts

Thursday, 21 October 2010

Fowl language



Having the brain of a backward hen…


Flashman and the Redskins, p.211, Pan Books edition, 1983.




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Friday, 13 August 2010

Beastly, stupid and helpless



I know the heathen, and their oppressors, pretty well, you see, and the folly of sitting smug in judgement years after, stuffed with piety and ignorance and book-learned bias. Humanity is beastly and stupid, aye, and helpless, and there’s an end to it. and that’s as true for Crazy Horse as it was for Custer


Flashman and the Redskins, p.21, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Sunday, 21 September 2008

Near to worship



I can say that from that night on, as long as I knew her, she treated me with something near to worship. Which shows you how stupid a love-struck young woman can be.



Royal Flash, p.173, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Tuesday, 30 January 2007

A first-class drill sergeant

They say he was brave. He was not. He was just stupid, too stupid ever to be afraid. Fear is an emotion, and his emotions were all between his knees and his breastbone; they never touched his reason, and he had little enough of that.
For all that he could never be called a bad soldier. some human faults are military virtues, like stupidity, and arrogance, and narrow mindedness. Cardigan blended all three with a passion for detail and accuracy; he was a perfectionist, and the manual of cavalry drill was his Bible. Whatever rested between the covers of that book he could perform, or cause to be performed, with marvellous efficiency, and God help anyone who marred that performance. He would have made a first-class drill sergeant..."



Flashman, pp. 29-30, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.

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