I thought you might be that sort of man." "I'm not." "I'm glad to hear it.

That sentry has been made a hero of.

I've frequently heard him mentioned in sermons as a person to be imitated.
In reality he was the worst kind of ass; and I wouldn't like to think of your getting embalmed as he did, and being dug out afterwards by an antiquary with a chisel.

For the matter of that I shouldn't care to hear of people writing odes about you on account of your going under while your sword was in its sheath and your fingers held the pen." "What was he doing with the pen ?" said the Major.

"If he was on sentry duty--" "It wasn't that sentry whose fingers held the pen, but brave Kempenfelt, another man of the same sort; though there was more excuse for him, because he seems to have been taken by surprise when the land breeze shook the shrouds." "I don't in the least know what you're talking about," said the Major.
"Is there a moving bog, or a high tide, or anything unusual ?" "There's something a great deal worse," said Meldon.