February 2012
In Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, the text Peter...
carnalbutterflies:
The poem opens:
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
The flame that lit the battle’s wreck
Shone round him o’er the dead.
Sounds familiar?
Cabin Pressure 1x06 Fitton:
The boy stood on the burning deck
Whence all but he had fled;
His heart was in his mouth
But lo, his cap was on his head!
:D
