Word: dungeness
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...flew with Duff in countless trips to zones of war, sometimes "hard-arse" (Lady Diana's phrase). She endured inconceivable official tedium, the horrors of the Indian "lu."† saw a second English generation of her class face death (on Dday, "two Mannerses"), and for a time, in "dung-covered boots," fed swill to pigs on a Sussex farm. Her bits on the horrors of life under British austerity are done with sharp irony. Lady Dufferin's goldfinch was "frozen to death in her bedroom. A remarkable thing to happen to a British bird." Then there were...
...last year. For weeks Jagjit worked night and day carrying buckets to save his half-acre patch of cane from the searing Indian sun; last week the violent onset of monsoon rains threatened to wash away his fields. Jagjit cannot afford to buy chemical fertilizer. He uses cow dung to manure his fields, but only during the monsoon, when the dung cannot be dried; the rest of the time he collects it in great mounds and uses it for fuel. "We know this is wasteful," he said, "but there is nothing else to burn." Joining his palms and gazing reverently...
...absorbing, unmalicious study of Albert Barnes whose dung-heap humor and mercurial temper-no less than his art collection-made him a legend...
...When the news of Barnes's violent end reached him, Henri Marceau, curator of the Philadelphia Museum of Art, had an awed comment: "How natural." Long before his death, Albert Barnes's fabulous collection of French and American modern art, his quarrels and correspondence (frequently unprintable), his dung-heap humor and mercurial temper had made him a legend. The son of a poverty-stricken Civil War veteran, he grew up in the verminous, squatter slums of Philadelphia, with a burning determination to get rich, and then to thumb his nose at the world. He did just that...
Under a searing sun, India's peasant plods endlessly behind his scrawny bullocks, scratching at the badly irrigated soil with tools of a thousand years ago. Most of his cow's dung cannot be used as fertilizer, for it is needed as fuel; his patch of land is tiny, and his life is mortgaged to the local moneylender or landlord. He has a deep distrust of foreigners' slick schemes for greater yields; yet the fate of all of India's 415 million depends on the stubborn peasant's ability to expand production. Six years from...