Word: squalore
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...familiar enough to Londoners. For it was the same bawdy Beggar's Opera that John Gay had written more than two centuries ago. Unlike some others who had tinkered with Gay's libretto (Frederic Austin, Kurt Weill, Duke Ellington), Britten had followed it carefully, keeping to the squalor and backside-slapping of 18th Century London. The music, in its latest disguise, was something else again...
When Rumania was "liberated" by the Red army, Colonel Ana Pauker returned with her regiment to the country from whose squalor and jails she had risen. She proceeded to return evil for evil-and, in true Communist fashion, evil for good. Because she wanted to play along with his Liberal Party for a while, she left Tata-rescu, who had jailed her, in the Foreign Ministry for two years; but Maniu, who had helped her, she clapped into prison. Said she: "In his old age, Maniu has earned his rest." Maniu is now dying, still behind bars...
Journey into Squalor. Her work began in Philadelphia, when she was "about 18." It was then that she heard of a wealthy lady who had founded a new Catholic order. Katharine Drexel, daughter of a Morgan partner, had been troubled by the squalor of Indian life she had seen on a trip through the West. In Rome later, she begged Pope Leo XIII to do something about it. "Why don't you become a missionary yourself?" the Pope replied. Katharine Drexel did, and gathered together in the Sisters of the Blessed Sacrament a group of women who devoted their...
...place on the whole earth except here in America where all the sons of man could have this chance in life ... I have worked in governments of free men, of tyrannies, of Socialists and of Communists. I have met with princes, kings, despots, and desperadoes. I have seen the squalor of Asia, the frozen class barriers of Europe. And outstanding everywhere to these great masses of people there was a hallowed word-'America.' To them, it was the hope of the world . . . Here alone are the open windows through which pours the sunlight of the human spirit. Here...
...down the coast, the wounds of the war stood out like massive scars. Civitavecchia (the port for Rome) appeared to have been "eaten and regurgitated by mastodons." Italian squalor was worsened by the morbid excitement it seemed to arouse in visiting foreigners, who, perhaps "a little stifled by ... civilization . . . when they saw a [place] that had been smashed into temporary primitiveness" felt an animal instinct "to leap into it, as though into a bath...