Showing posts with label John Watson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label John Watson. Show all posts
Wednesday, 25 July 2012
Old General What’s-his-name
“Good Lord!” he exclaimed. “I believe I know this chap — but no, it can’t be, surely! Only he’s uncommonly like that old general . . . oh, what’s-his-name? You know made such a hash of the Khartoum business, with Gordon . . . yes, and years ago he won a great name in Russia, and the Mutiny — V.C. and knighthood — it’s on the tip of my tongue —”
Flashman and the Tiger, p.310, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, general.
Tuesday, 24 July 2012
Chanced a quick look
. . . I chanced a quick look at ’em through half-closed lids — a tall, slim cove in a long coat, bare-headed and balding, and a big, hulking chap with a bulldog moustache and hard hat. They looked like a poet and a bailiff.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.309, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, poet.
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