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...Iraq decided not to reply at all, on the ground that "no answer will be the most effective answer." As for the 1,000,000 refugees, the Arab states would consider nothing less than full restoration of their lost lands in Israel, apparently condemning the refugees indefinitely to their squalid camps, where they subsist on a $30 million annual dole, 70% paid by the U.S. and 20% by Britain...
...House on Coliseum Street, by Shirley Ann Grau. The emotional breakup of a young girl beset by a sordid family and a squalid love affair is told in the author's effective, indirect style, which proves that the shortest distance between fact and feeling is not necessarily a straight line...
Also, he makes clear that a great deal of sexual intercourse of various kinds has always been carried on in Paris, as he recites the squalid life, loves, and even more squalid conversation of the human fauna of Montparnasse: opulent and heavily gartered Tania; Van Norden (now reputedly a New York newspaperman) who loves a poxy and paranoid Russian cryptoprincess; the girls who sit around their brothel parlors scratching themselves "like chimpanzees"; the tortured expatriate Fillmore who cries out the tragicomedy of the Lost Generation: "Sure, I hate those puritanical buggers back home-I hate 'em with...
While physically not a slum, the Elms is a squalid place to live. During the day a child can be seen, crying but unnoticed, on the step of an entryway. And as evening comes, a teenager can chase a screaming seven-year-old across the project without interference. A mother's plaint is accurate: "The project is no place to bring up a child...
...ruined, pious and oppressed Cork slum. Young Michael was heir to every misery that could afflict a boy: bad teeth, bad eyes, failure and constant canings at school, disgrace in his first wretched jobs, and the horror of a miserly, sententious and drunken father. James Joyce's squalid boyhood in Dublin was a princely origin compared with the Tartarean depths of little Mick O'Donovan's life in Cork. Yet by some miracle-or rather two of them -the grown man manages to present not a foul autopsy on his dead life but a gay ballad...