Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts
Showing posts with label woman. Show all posts

Tuesday, 30 October 2012

Cruel waste



Damnable altogether, cruel waste of good womanhood, but what would you do? Better one should go than two, and greater love hath no man than this, that he lay down someone else’s life for his own.



Flashman on the March, p.141, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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Tuesday, 22 May 2012

Titled fury



      Talk about a woman scorned; their fury ain’t in it with a Scotch Baronet’s wounded self-esteem.



Flashman and the Tiger, p.240, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Tuesday, 27 September 2011

Shanghaied



Three times in my life I've been shanghaied, and each time there was a woman in the case...


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.64, Harper Collins, 1995.



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Monday, 18 July 2011

Nerve



Goddam, but that woman’s a bearcat for nerve — a bearcat, sir!



Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.295, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.



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Thursday, 20 January 2011

Lady-in-waiting



      I stared at the officer.  “She left this . . . for me?  Did she say why?”
      He shook his head, bored.  “She told me to give it to the big fan-qui. Nothing more.”
      “But she said she was going to wait!”
      “Oh, aye.” He stopped in the act of lounging off.  “She told me to say . . . that she would always be waiting.”  He shrugged. “Whatever that may mean.”


Flashman and the Dragon, p.96, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.



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Monday, 22 November 2010

Dressed so tight



…fashionable women in the 70s dressed so tight they could barely sit down, and hers was a perfect hourglass shape—a waist I could gladly have spanned with my two hands, but for her upper and lower works you’d have needed the help of the lifeboat crew.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.261, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Tuesday, 31 August 2010

An indiscriminate rake



I’m not an indiscriminate rake, you see; I like to be interested in a woman in a way that is not merely carnal, to find out new fascinations in her with each encounter, those enchanting, mysterious, indefinable qualities, like the shape of her tits.


Flashman and the Redskins, p.78, Pan Books edition, 1983.



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Friday, 16 July 2010

Entertaining the troops, and her majesty



This [flogging a colonel] shocked the officers, entertained the troops and delighted her majesty, if the glitter in her eyes was anything to go by . . . as soon as the lashing started I noticed her hand clenching at every stroke, and when the poor devil began to squeal, she grunted with satisfaction. It’s a great gift, knowing the way to a woman’s heart.


Flashman's Lady, pp.235-6, Pan edition, 1979.



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Tuesday, 1 June 2010

Dropping my hammer and chisel

…her gown of crimson silk clung to a shape which English travellers are wont to describe as ‘a thought too generous for the European taste’ but which, if I’d been a classical sculptor, would have had me dropping my hammer and chisel and reaching for the meat.



Flashman's Lady, pp.100-01, Pan edition, 1979.



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Tuesday, 19 January 2010

Ain't as green as he looks



You may smile, but it was a bottle of perfume – you see, Flashy ain’t as green as he looks; it may be coals to Newcastle to take perfume to India, but in my experience, which isn’t inconsiderable, there’s not a woman breathing who isn’t touched by a gift of scent, and it doesn’t matter what age she is, either.



Flashman in the Great Game, pp.79-80, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Monday, 7 December 2009

Time and trouble




For the rest, I thought La Nightingale a waste of good womanhood; handsome face, well set up and titted out, but with that cold don’t-lay-a-lecherous-limb-on-me-my-lad look in her eye – the kind, in short, that can be all right if you’re prepared to spend time and trouble making ’em cry ‘Roger!’, but I seldom have the patience.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.24, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 2 December 2009

Drive a woman to fury



…he and Victoria weren’t getting on too well just then; she had just discovered (and confided to Elspeth) that she was in foal for the ninth time, and she took her temper out on dear Albert – the trouble was, he was so bloody patient with her, which can drive a woman to fury faster than anything I know. And he was always right, which was worse. So they weren’t dealing at all well, and he spent most of the daylight hours tramping up Glen bollocks, or whatever they call it, roaring ‘Ze gunn!’ and butchering every animal in view.



Flashman in the Great Game, p.23, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.




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Thursday, 15 October 2009

Wattling, no doubt



I stood there, wattling no doubt, and trying to think of a cutting retort – but interrupting a conversation between a woman and a cat ain’t as easy as it might seem. One tends to look a fool.



Flashman at the Charge, p.261, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Wednesday, 5 November 2008

When in danger



Possibly it was just my natural instinct: when in danger, get behind a woman’s skirt.



Royal Flash, p.262, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Friday, 9 February 2007

Grim work

It was grim work, I may tell you, for she was a sour tyrant of a woman and looked on me as she looked on all soldiers, Englishmen and men under fifty years of age - as frivolous, Godless, feckless and unworthy.




Flashman, p. 54, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.



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Friday, 2 February 2007

He was greedy

But he was greedy, and I've lived long enough to discover that there isn't any folly a man won't contemplate if there's money or a woman at stake.



Flashman, p. 49, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.

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