shamus Award–winning author Peter Spiegelman returns with this psychologically thrilling novel.
When I was 10 or 11 years old, a movie company came to town to do this Burt Reynolds movie, shamus.
You must know that a very long time ago, when many kings ruled Ireland, there lived a boy named shamus.
The recitation of "shamus O'Brien" seemed tame by comparison.
The only chance of balancing it seemed to be by sight draft on shamus' wagon or an entry of war.
"Good," said shamus, and away he went to seek the King of the Gnomes.
shamus could have slain him where he stood for those ungracious words, but he bided his time, pretending to be well-pleased.
"You do not badly for a beginner," said he when shamus had finished.
Grane and shamus had died the swift death of all poetic conceptions confronted by harsh reality.
And he asked shamus, but he pretended he was ill—Oh, he was very unwell!
"police officer, detective," 1920, apparently first in "The Shamus," a detective story published that year by Harry J. Loose (1880-1943), a Chicago police detective and crime writer; the book was marketed as "a true tale of thiefdom and an expose of the real system in crime." The word is said to be probably from Yiddish shames, literally "sexton of a synagogue" ("a potent personage only next in influence to the President" [Israel Zangwill]), from Hebrew shamash "servant;" influenced by Celtic Seamus "James," as a typical name for an Irish cop.
Screwed over; cheated: shafted again by the same airline