A compendium of Flashman quotes, that was produced one damned entry at a time.
Thursday, 18 December 2008
Possibly, gin?
And there was case after case of liquor, in brown glass bottles, gin, I suppose you’d call it, but even to sniff the stuff shriveled the hairs off your arse.
Flash For Freedom!, p.55, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.
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