Showing posts with label sober. Show all posts
Showing posts with label sober. Show all posts

Monday, 26 September 2011

Dooced appropriate



…for once I’d recognized his quotation — it had been framed on the wall of the hospital at Rugby, where I’d sobered up on that distant day when Arnold kicked me out . . . “Olim miminisse juvabit”,* and dooced appropriate, too, Seneca, if memory serves.


*It will be pleasant to remember former troubles — Virgil (not Seneca).


Flashman and the Angel of the Lord, p.63, Harper Collins, 1995.


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Friday, 4 September 2009

A Baptist hermit



Russians, in my experience, are part-drunk most of the time, but if there’s a sober soul between the Black Sea and the Capsian for weeks after the Rostov kermesse he must be a Baptist hermit.



Flashman at the Charge, p.211, Pan edition, 5th printing, 1979.




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Thursday, 20 November 2008

The only sober man



…and if there was one thing I’ll say for him, he got richer quicker than the only sober man in a poker game.



Flash For Freedom!, p.16, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1980.




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Friday, 18 July 2008

I was sober, so I toadied

If you’re morally as soft as butter, as I am, with a good streak of the toad-eater in you, there’s no doing anything with people like Bismarck. You can have all the fame that I had then , and the good looks and the inches and the swagger – and I had those, too – but you know you’re dirt to him. If you have to tangle with him, as the Americans say, you know you’ll have to get drunk first; I was sober, so I toadied.



Royal Flash, p.28, Pan edition, 8th printing, 1978.




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