Showing posts with label thrust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label thrust. Show all posts
Wednesday, 4 April 2012
Run through!
What is it like to be run through? I'll tell you. For an instant, nothing. Then hideous, tearing agony for another instant — and then nothing again as you see the blade withdrawn and the blood welling on your shirt, for the pain is lost in shock and disbelief as your eyes meet your assailant's. It's a long moment, that, in which you realise you ain't dead, and that he's about to launch another thrust to finish you — and it's remarkable how swiftly you can move then, with a hole clean through you from front to back, about midway between your navel and your hip, and sprouting gore like a pump.
Flashman and the Tiger, p.153, Harper Collins, paperback edition 2000.
Tags: Flashman, Flashman quotes, agony.
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.
Tags:
Flashman, Flashman quotes, Jewish.
Tuesday, 9 February 2010
Monkey business
…and then she was thrusting up and down like a demented monkey on a stick…
Flashman in the Great Game, p.103, Pan edition, 4th printing, 1979.
Tags:Flashman,
Flashman quotes,
monkey,
stick.
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