Showing posts with label squeal. Show all posts
Showing posts with label squeal. Show all posts
Friday, 8 April 2011
As fine a catalogue
…as you may know from my memoirs, as fine a catalogue of honours won through knavery, cowardice, taking cover, and squealing for mercy as you’ll ever strike.
Flashman and the Mountain of Light, p.22, Fontana Paperback edition, 1991.
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Wednesday, 23 February 2011
Idol thoughts
She would have made a stone idol squeal.
Flashman and the Dragon, p.212, Fontana Paperback edition, 1986.
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Tuesday, 19 October 2010
Decamp, squeal, or betray
      It’s a remarkable thing (and I’ve traded on it all my life) that a single redeeming quality in a black sheep wins greater esteem than all the virtues in honest men—especially if the quality is courage. I’m lucky, because while I don’t have it, I look as though I do, and worthy souls like Carson and Wootton never suspect that I’m running around with my bowels squirting, ready to decamp, squeal, or betray as occasion demands.
Flashman and the Redskins, p.206, Pan Books edition, 1983.
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Tuesday, 23 February 2010
A question of ethnic identity
She gave a frightened little moan, opened her eyes wide, and whispered:
     ‘You’re sure you’re Jewish … not … not Indian?’
     ‘Han, mem-sahib,’ says I, thrusting away respectfully, and she gave a contented little squeal and grappled me like a wrestler.
Flashman in the Great Game, p.141, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
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Flashman, Flashman quotes, Jewish.
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