Getting the list down to 10 is impossible. Impossible.
A CH classic:
Bush was like a fussy parent with a venturesome child -- like a hen with one chick. He was always nervous about entrusting his precious Hornblower to these unpredictable Russians; Hornblower grinned at Bush's solicitude.
"Anything to keep you happy," he said.
LtH:
"I lodge in Highbury Street. I'll write the address down." Hornblower turned to a desk in the corner and wrote on a sheet of paper which he handed to Bush. "Would you care to share my room when next you come? My landlady is a sharp one. No doubt she will make a charge for a cot for you, but even so--"
"It'll ave money," said Bush, putting the paper in his pocket; his grin as he spoke masked the sentiment in his next words. "And I'll see more of you."
"By George, yes," said Hornblower. Words were not adequate.
I mean, really. XD
And one of my all time favorites, just because, in CH:
To distract himself he stepped over the rail into the other quarter-gallery, and peeped through the stern windows into Bush's cabin. Bush was asleep on his cot, flat on his back with his mouth open, his hands spread wide at his sides and his wooden leg hanging in a becket against the bulkhead.
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Date: 2006-07-27 02:31 pm (UTC)A CH classic:
Bush was like a fussy parent with a venturesome child -- like a hen with one chick. He was always nervous about entrusting his precious Hornblower to these unpredictable Russians; Hornblower grinned at Bush's solicitude.
"Anything to keep you happy," he said.
LtH:
"I lodge in Highbury Street. I'll write the address down." Hornblower turned to a desk in the corner and wrote on a sheet of paper which he handed to Bush. "Would you care to share my room when next you come? My landlady is a sharp one. No doubt she will make a charge for a cot for you, but even so--"
"It'll ave money," said Bush, putting the paper in his pocket; his grin as he spoke masked the sentiment in his next words. "And I'll see more of you."
"By George, yes," said Hornblower. Words were not adequate.
I mean, really. XD
And one of my all time favorites, just because, in CH:
To distract himself he stepped over the rail into the other quarter-gallery, and peeped through the stern windows into Bush's cabin. Bush was asleep on his cot, flat on his back with his mouth open, his hands spread wide at his sides and his wooden leg hanging in a becket against the bulkhead.