Bernard Cornwell Quote
I've known women! Æthelwold shouted at the rain, and they were bad women! Forgive me!Alfred was furious, but he could not stop a man making a fool of himself before God. Perhaps he thought Æthelwold's remorse was genuine?I've lost count of the women! Æthelwold shouted, then beat his fists in the mud. Oh God, I love tits! God, I love naked women, God, forgive me for that!The laughter spread, and every man must have remembered that Alfred, before piety caught him in its clammy grip, had been notorious for the women he had pursued.You must help me, God! Æthelwold cried as we shuffled a few feet farther. Send me an angel!So you can hump her? a voice called from the crowd and the laughter became a roar.Ælswith was hurried away, lest she hear something unseemly. The priests whispered together, but Æthelwold's penitence, though extravagant, seemed real enough. He was weeping. I knew he was really laughing, but he howled as though his soul was in agony.No more tits, God! he called, no more tits!He made a fool of himself, but, as men already thought him a fool, he did not mind.Keep me from tits, God!
I've known women! Æthelwold shouted at the rain, and they were bad women! Forgive me!Alfred was furious, but he could not stop a man making a fool of himself before God. Perhaps he thought Æthelwold's remorse was genuine?I've lost count of the women! Æthelwold shouted, then beat his fists in the mud. Oh God, I love tits! God, I love naked women, God, forgive me for that!The laughter spread, and every man must have remembered that Alfred, before piety caught him in its clammy grip, had been notorious for the women he had pursued.You must help me, God! Æthelwold cried as we shuffled a few feet farther. Send me an angel!So you can hump her? a voice called from the crowd and the laughter became a roar.Ælswith was hurried away, lest she hear something unseemly. The priests whispered together, but Æthelwold's penitence, though extravagant, seemed real enough. He was weeping. I knew he was really laughing, but he howled as though his soul was in agony.No more tits, God! he called, no more tits!He made a fool of himself, but, as men already thought him a fool, he did not mind.Keep me from tits, God!
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About Bernard Cornwell
He has written historical novels primarily based on English history, in five series, and one series of contemporary thriller novels. A feature of his historical novels is an end note on how they match or differ from history, and what one might see at the modern sites of the events described. He wrote a nonfiction book on the battle of Waterloo, in addition to the fictional story of the famous battle in the Sharpe series. Three of the historical novel series have been adapted for television: the Sharpe television series by ITV, The Last Kingdom by BBC and The Winter King for MGM+. He lives in the US with his wife, alternating between Cape Cod, Massachusetts, and Charleston, South Carolina.