Showing posts with label jam. Show all posts
Showing posts with label jam. Show all posts

Tuesday, 31 January 2012

A savage and a mackerel



      Count Shuvalov, she informed me, was a sacred perverted beast, a savage and a mackerel and a swine of tastes indescribable .... demanding from her an Arabian Nights performance which I doubt even Dick Burton had ever heard of. He had also insisted that they smear each other all over with quince jam, to which he was partial, and while much of it had been removed in the ensuing frolic, I noticed that she still had a tendency to attract fluff and other light debris as she raged to and from the kitchen with hot kettles for her bath.


Flashman and the Tiger, p.35, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Thursday, 26 June 2008

Delicious strawberry jam

There was a pause, and then she asked if I was married. I told her I was, but that I and my wife had been parted for two years.
  ‘What a cruel seperation,’ says she, as one might say ‘what delicious strawberry jam.’



Flashman, p.274, Pan edition, 12th printing, 1979.




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