Showing posts with label talkative. Show all posts
Showing posts with label talkative. Show all posts

Thursday, 25 October 2012

Talking book



Talking like a book, as usual, and keeping her head.


Flashman on the March, p.134, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.



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Monday, 2 July 2012

Mealie-bag ramparts



      That, briefly, is how I came to join the garrison at Rorke’s Drift — and all the world knows what happened there. A hundred Warwickshire Welshmen and a handful of invalids stopped four thousand Udloko and Tulwana Zulus in bloody shambles at the mealie-bag ramparts, hammer and tongs and no quarter through that ghastly night with the burning hospital turning the wreckage of the little outpost into a fair semblance of Hell, and Flashy seeking in vain for a quiet corner — which I thought I’d found, once, on the thatch of the commissariat store, and damned if they didn’t set fire to that, too. Eleven Victoria Crosses they won, Chard with his beard scorched, Bromhead stone-deaf, and those ragged Taffies half-dead on their feet, but not too done to fight — oh, and talk.


Flashman and the Tiger, pp.287-8, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

 
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Friday, 2 December 2011

Not so quiet Americans



      “Unofficial death warrants have a habit of recoiling,” says he coolly. “My countrymen have one great failing — they talk too much.”


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.335, Harper Collins, 1995.

 
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Thursday, 17 November 2011

Keeping secrets



…a pleasant fellow enough, but as garrulous as a Welsh parson, and I’d sooner trust a secret to Elspeth.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.239, Harper Collins, 1995.



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