Word: squalor
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...bachelor brothers who were found dead in a house full of junk (just like the famous Collyer brothers, who in 1947 were found dead in a junk-filled house in uptown Manhattan). Why, asks Author Davenport, did devoted brothers of good family and good education die in squalor and madness when they had scads of money in the bank? The answer: Momism. Old Grandma Holt dominated her married son, his gentle wife and their two young sons. Just as daddy is about to break from the Milquetoast mold, he is kicked in the head by a horse and killed...
...Negroes mine the gold, herd the cattle, empty the garbage cans and dig the graves for 2,500,000 whites. Though the Negroes work, they may not vote; though they pay taxes, there are few schools for their children. They may live only in carefully, often brutally policed squalor. This is God's will, claimed Daniel Malan, as he quoted (out of context) from the Old Testament: "Let them be hewers of wood and drawers of water...
...center's gospel, laid down by Founder De Lee, is absolute cleanliness in the midst of squalor. As a sanitary aid, the delivery crews pack two odd accessories: newspapers and empty beer bottles. With the bottles as stiffeners, newspapers are rolled into bolsters to shield the mother from outside germs. Explains the center's Co-Director Dr. Harry B. Benaron: "We don't say that newspapers are germfree, but they are certainly cleaner than the sheets we find in the average home...
...still make you Empress." His cronies become marshals, his hens pheasants. In the end, both reason and money are exhausted. Rubião crowns himself Emperor: "He picked up nothing and encircled his head with it . . . 'Take care of my crown,' he murmured." Then he dies in squalor...
...Jack's paintings on its swank walls, and hailed him as England's first 20th century primitive, a "Grandma Moses in embryo." In contrast to Grandma Moses' lovingly literal rendition of a world she knows, Taylor paints a world of dreams far from the squalor and drabness of the London slums he lives in. His landscapes are bright with unlikely color, his figures dressed in gay costumes of some imagined peasantry, his buildings festooned with cupolas, arches and campaniles of an architecture he has never seen...