Showing posts with label leg. Show all posts
Showing posts with label leg. Show all posts

Friday, 25 May 2012

They don't like it up 'em



     That did the trick: Bertie started as though I'd put a bayonet into his leg . . .


Flashman and the Tiger, p.244, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.


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Friday, 23 March 2012

Carnal intent, hurrah!



      The discovery that you've been sold a pup is always disconcerting, but your reaction depends on age and experience. In infancy you burst into tears and smash something; in adolescence you may be bewildered (as I was when Lady Geraldine lured me into the long grass on flase pretence and then set about me with carnal intent, hurrah!); in riper manhood common sense usually tells you to bolt, which was my instinct on the Pearl River when I learned that my lorcha was carrying not opium, as I'd supposed, but guns for the Taiping rebels. But at sixty-one your brain works faster than your legs, so you reflect, and as often as not reach the right answer by intuition as well as reason.

Flashman and the Tiger, p.134, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.

 
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Friday, 3 April 2009

And hyphenated I suspect



…and her owner is some bloody Dago with a name as long as your leg…



Flash For Freedom!, p.253, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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