Word: harlots
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...maiden speech, the Earl of Arran, 55, disclosed that he has been "carrying out a personal research-with the aid of the authorities and also through conversations with some of the unhappy ladies." His awesomely exact conclusion: "One in every 544 adult women in Metropolitan London is a harlot." Then dignity-packed Earl Howe, 75, felt compelled to report upon some involuntary research of his own. His lordship's ghastly experience in fashionable Mayfair not long ago: "I was confronted by a female who came out of a side street and stood in front of me. As I tried...
Shades of Emmet. Yet Casement was also writing to Irish friends about "Anglo-Britannic swine," about "the Bitch and Harlot of the North Sea." What had happened to Casement? Author MacColl suggests that some snub in the Foreign Office probably set Casement on his devious course, for he was an "oick," i.e., a social outsider. Given the man's pride, ambition, quixotic brilliance and genuine Irish patriotism, this theory is as likely as any other. Yet most of the details of Casement's attempt to win Irish independence were absurd. When he went to Germany...
Perceptive readers will recognize her right away. Her name is Vivian, but she is a lineal 20th century descendant of Amber St. Clare, the 17th century harlot whose life story (Forever Amber] was such a success that Author Kathleen Winsor needed no rich old man to launch her on a life of well-financed literary debauchery...
...retired deputy commissioner of Metropolitan Police, estimates that many London prostitutes take in as much as ?60 ($168) a night-tax-free, of course. Postwar, London's prostitutes have become a menace as well as a nuisance. A young stenographer was disfigured for life recently when an irate harlot slapped her in the face with a heavy handbag under the mistaken impression that the girl was "working" her territory. Because prostitutes ply London's better streets so regularly, any woman sauntering or window-shopping in the West End at night is apt to be accosted by a potential...
...Dirdyjoo, dirdyjoo." Still, Abraham and his family retire into the same womblike, ghetto society from which they had fled. He works for Polsky, an earthy, ham-handed butcher, engages in subtle Talmudic debate about the ways of God and man, irritatedly suffers the attentions of Laiah, an opulently curved harlot, grows in peace and contentment as his son marries and makes him a grandfather. Then God tests Abraham once more, this time with the death of Isaac. Abraham breaks under the accusation that he destroyed his son in a sacrifice to his own ambition. Abraham's collapse is total...