Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts
Showing posts with label voice. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 April 2012

A pint and a pie



. . . it wasn't a sufeit of debauchery and the high life, although there does come a time when you find yourself longing for a pint and a pie and a decent night’s sleep. And it was partly that I was beginning to miss English voices and English rain and all those things that make the old country so different, thank God, from the Continent.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.191, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Just a voice



Vox et praeterea nihil!”*


*[You are] a voice and nothing more.


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.60, Harper Collins, 1995.

 
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Wednesday, 30 September 2009

High yet husky



Ko Dali’s daughter spoke for the first time, and I was surprised how high and yet husky her voice was – the kind that makes you think of French satin sofas, with the blinds down and purple wall-paper.



Flashman at the Charge, p.247, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 26 August 2009

Not even a sniff o’ danger




It was unnerving, and suddenly I could hear Kit Carson’s strained quiet voice in the dread silence of the wagon road west of Leavenworth: 'Nary a sight nor sound anywhere – not even a sniff o’danger. That’s what frets me.'



Flashman at the Charge, p.184, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 28 May 2008

The steel underneath


Now, as he said those words, he ceased to be a waggish madman; his voice was as gentle as ever, but there was no mistaking the steel underneath. Suddenly things became real again, and I understood that the kindly smiling man before me was strong in a way that folk like Gul Shah could never be: strong and dangerous.



Flashman, p.137, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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