A girl could only see That a flower had marred a man,... But what she could not see Was that the flower might be Other than base and fetid:LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
A favorite of outdoor alcoholics, connoisseurs and Fundamentalists, these pills turn water into wine. In 10 minutes the most fetid... swamp scum in the forest can become modest red, elusive and light on first taste, yet playful--one might say a trifle impudent--on the afterbite. Saves pack space by eliminating need for bulky corkscrew, decanter and bottles. Store pills on their sides in a cool dark place.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
There is something about poverty that smells like death. Dead dreams dropping off the heart like leaves in a dry season and rottin...g around the feet; impulses smothered too long in the fetid air of underground caves. The soul lives in a sickly air. People can be slave-ships in shoes.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
Nothing is uglier than the sinner, nothing so leprous or fetid; the scar of his crimes is still raw, and he stinks like the cave o...f Hell.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
It would not be an easy thing to bring the water all the way to the plain. They would have to organize a great coumbite with all t...he peasants and the water would unite them once again, its fresh breath would clear away the fetid stink of anger and hatred; the brotherly community would be reborn with new plants, the fields filled with to bursting with fruits and grains, the earth gorged with life, simple and fertile.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
the young men who watch us from the curbs: They hold the glaze of wonder in their stare... Our crooked backs, hands fetid as old herbs, The tallow eyes, wax face, the foreign hair!LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »
If you would see how interwoven it is in the warp and woof of civilization ... go at night-fall to the top of one of the down-town... steel giants and you may see how in the image of material man, at once his glory and his menace, is this thing we call a city. There beneath you is the monster, stretching acre upon acre into the far distance. High over head hangs the stagnant pall of its fetid breath, reddened with light from myriad eyes endlessly, everywhere blinking. Thousands of acres of cellular tissue, the city's flesh outspreads layer upon layer, enmeshed by an intricate network of veins and arteries radiating into the gloom, and in them, with muffled, persistent roar, circulating as the blood circulates in your veins, is the almost ceaseless beat of the activity to whose necessities it all conforms. The poisonous waste is drawn from the system of this gigantic creature by infinitely ramifying, thread-like ducts, gathering at their sensitive terminals matter destructive of its life, hurrying it to millions of small intestines to be collected in turn by larger, flowing to the great sewers, on to the drainage canal, and finally to the ocean.LESSATTRIBUTION DETAIL »