Thursday, May 5, 2011
The Ionian Mission by Patrick O'Brian
There were a few zingers in this book. I thought I'd share them.
Bugger old Harte, bugger old Harte
That red-faced son of a blue French fart.
In another part, Jack meets an old flame - Mercedes. As she was walking down the stairs, Jack made a few mental notes: "Still pigeon-plump, but no vast spreading bulk, no moustache, no coarseness." No moustache!? That one had me rolling.
There were a few others, but I either couldn't find the page or didn't earmark it.
Anyway - average book, but not really the best.
On to Treason's Harbour.