Showing posts with label weep. Show all posts
Showing posts with label weep. Show all posts

Friday, 8 July 2011

I heard him growl



      …suddenly Gough wheeled his horse, looking right and left at the wreck of his army, and the old fellow was absolutely weeping! Then he flung away his hat, and I heard him growl:
      “Oi nivver woz bate, an’ Oi nivver will be bate! West, Flashman — follow me!”
      And he wheeled his charger and went racing out into the plain.


Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.263, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Friday, 9 April 2010

Clinging and weeping



…she was clinging and weeping and slobbering over me as though I were Little Willie the Collier’s Dying Child.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.291, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.

Friday, 19 March 2010

The death of Scud East



     East gave a little ghost of a smile, and his hand tightened and then went loose in mine – and I found I was blubbering and gasping, and thinking about Rugby, and hot murphies at Sally’s shop, and a small fag limping along pathetically after the players at Big Side – because he couldn’t play himself, you see, being lame. I’d hated the little bastard, too, man and boy, for his smug manly piety – but you don’t see a child you’ve known all your life die every day. Maybe that was why I wept, maybe it was the shock and horror of what had being happening. I don’t know. Whatever it was, I’m sure I felt it all the more sincerely for knowing that I was still alive myself, and no bones broken so far.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.233, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.