Showing posts with label ogle. Show all posts
Showing posts with label ogle. Show all posts

Thursday, 27 September 2012

Not exactly Eric Newby



      If you suppose, by the way, that I am unduly susceptible, you should read the recollections of J.A. St John, Esq., who travelled in Abyssinia in the 1840s and appears to have spent most of his time goggling at boobies, on which he was obviously an authority.


Flashman on the March, p.78, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.



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Tuesday, 25 September 2012

Brazen preening and ogling



I’m not unused to female attention, as you know, but I don’t recall more brazen preening and ogling than I got from Uliba-Wark’s domestics. Plainly they were no strangers to the hayloft or long grass.


Flashman on the March, p.76, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2005.


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