Showing posts with label Frenchmen. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Frenchmen. Show all posts

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

The best kind of Frog



... for he was the best kind of Frog, shrewd and tough as teak, but jolly and with no foolish airs.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.180, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Monday, 7 February 2011

First into the breach



      “Frogs just a damned nuisance, of course — no proprer provision, an’ thre days late,” says he with satisfaction. “How the blazes Bonaparte ever got ’em on parade beats me. We should go without ’em.”       Everyone says that about the French, and it’s gospel true — until it’s Rosalie’s breakfast time*, and then Froggy’ll be first into the breach ahead of us, just out of spite.


*Time for action. Rosalie was the long French sword-bayonet.


Flashman and the Dragon, p.160, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.



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Friday, 4 February 2011

A shared enemy



Royals in their shirt-sleeves mingling with the Tirailleurs to swap baccy and gossip (it’s damned sinister, if you ask me, how the Jocks and Frogs always drift together)…

Flashman and the Dragon, p.160, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.



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Thursday, 2 July 2009

Wasted days



The clever men were for driving on hard to Sevastopol, a bare twenty miles away, and with our cavalry in good fettle we could obviously have taken it. But the Frogs were too tired, or too sick, or too Froggy, if you ask me, and days were wasted, and the Ruskies managed to bolt the door in time.



Flashman at the Charge, p.74, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Saturday, 2 August 2008

Garlicy thoughts



Other foreigners may have garlic on their breaths, but the Frogs have it on their thoughts as well.



Royal Flash, p.70, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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Monday, 2 June 2008

Twenty Frenchmen

‘Why, Lawrence, I could clear that hillside with twenty Frenchmen, or old ladies!’



Flashman, p.187, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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